#saw this in a small shop and thought “ lillie did they turn you into a pin ? ? ”

[hoplaventon]

thinking about gifting this to lillie ,

i think it's funny but i'm not sure if she'll like it .

[kombuuuu]

hii i really enjoyed ur miles 42 fic, was wondering if u could write something about reader and miles meeting for the first time? who was interested first🤭?

For the Soul (and the Heart)

Miles!42 x Fem!Reader

“I’ll be here. So pretty fun, i’d say”. “Guess you’re right, Chiquita.”

AHHH meet cute x simpy miles we LOVE

Miles getting comfy w reader and reader getting progressively more combative the more time they spend together bc they luvvvvvvv each other? perfection

please don’t read if you get uncomfy with suggestive content, nothing too bad but still suggestive!

The morning was still. An odd occurrence for a Saturday. The winter chill had settled the night prior and seeped into ever cracked windowsill.

Streets coating in a thin layer of snow and trees dusted with the same. And acknowledging this freezing weather, obviously you decided to go for a walk. Snow crunched under your feet as you followed street signs, the only thing telling you where you were going was which street looked prettier.

Eventually you stopped, hugging your scarf closer to your nose and looking for a stall or shop that caught your eye.

Eventually it did, a quaint cafe stationed between two clothing stores, relatively small and pretty empty. The outside was decorated with white Lilly-of-the-Valley flowers, flower beds filled with the pretty things. Contrasting to the deep Mahogany of the wooden shop. Which looking into the wide window, seemed relatively the same. Deep furniture with white accents and a soft yellow light dancing along shiny hardwood floors.

Swirling cursive words cut into the wooden headboard swinging from a chain outside the door. “Morales Coffee.”

There looked to be seven or eight people in there currently, for how inconspicuous it tried to look, the amount of patrons at such an odd time (10:42 AM, not morning but not afternoon either.), You’d assume that coffee has to be amazing.

The door bell chimed sweetly at your entry, Barista turning to greet you.

The sweet woman gleamed over at you for a moment, turning back to her current customer while he pulled out his wallet. You lined up, looking at the pastries lining the glass displays. The ones catching your eye a Raspberry Danish and a cute baby blue Lunch-Box cake.

The man had moved away, leaving it your turn to order. The woman smiled at you and for once, approaching someone in costumer service didn’t feel as scary as it should’ve.

“Hi, What can I get for you today?” The curly haired woman had a twang of an accent curving her words. And a motherly vibe about her.

“Hey,” You smiled back at her “,Could I get a regular Mocha—.” You paused to let her punch it in. “.—A raspberry Danish and your blue cake.”

You pointed vaguely towards where the blue cake would be to her side of the display. “Yes, of course! That’ll be $18.40, thank you.”

Whilst you pulled out your purse to pay and she began to retrieve the items. She spoke up again. “Someone’s birthday?”

You laughed, not expecting her to speak so suddenly.

“Oh, no!” A chuckle left your lungs “Just want some cake recently. Saw your shop and its cakes. Thought may as well get it while i’m here.”

She laughed along with you, snorting a little as she boxed the small cake in the cardboard lunchbox. “Seems reasonable.”

“Thank you.”

She grabbed your danish and placed it on the counter, putting the cake in a bag and handing it to you.

“Thank you, again.”

“No worries, your mocha will be out shortly!” The bouncy lady turned around, going close to the back of the counter and opened a door you hadn’t realised was there, talking into it.

“Bebé, hay una chica linda ahí afuera que quiere un Mocha. Ve a hacerlo para ella. Y no la riegues.”

"Baby, there's a cute girl out there who wants a Mocha. Go do it for her. And don't mess it up."

Miles glanced up in confusion.

“¿Pero porqué me dices a mi?”

“Why me?”

“Pues es linda, y parece de tu edad.”

“She’s pretty, and around your age.”

“Ma, porfavor.”

“Ma, please.”

“Go.”

“Fine, fine.” He raised his hands in defeat and Rio kissed his cheek on the way out.

You found a seat with a cute view of the street outside and waited patiently for your coffee, people watching to pass time.

There was always a fear of crime in your neighbourhood. The lack of supposed ‘good guys’ coupled with the city being run down by anyone who wanted to escape trouble. Once news broke out of the first robbery in Brooklyn, where no one was caught. It was immediately put on the radar for any criminal looking to live somewhere safe.

The Prowler had been changing that. Little by little the Panther-esc.. Anti-Villain was scraping through the streets of Brooklyn and letting his blood stained claws drag over those in his way.

People feared him, the violence he brought with him.

You thought he was the closest thing to a hero you were getting, so who’s got room to complain?

If he’s not going to do the dirty work, who will?

The chatter of other people in the cafe had gotten slightly louder, four more people walking in while you sat.

“Miles, la chica linda de ahí.”

“Miles, That sweet girl over there.”

“Sí mamá, ya sé.”

“Yeah mama, I know.”

The smooth baritones accent of a boy around your age caught your attention. The way his letters curled giving you a rush of something down your spine. You looked up when you heard feet approaching, seeing probably the most ridiculously handsome man you have ever met bring you your coffee.

The way his jawline sharpened at a point, braids lying on his shoulders just below it. His lips that seemed awfully soft for someone who probably doesn’t even know what chapstick is. Lashes fluttering prettily over his high genes cheekbones, accenting his golden eyes. Jesus christ he’s pretty. His lips curled into a smirk at your face, your doe’d eyes gleaming up at him. He had some sharp canines.

“‘S one’s yours, Miss.” He placed the steaming mug on your table and you smiled. “Thank you!”

“No worries, Hermosa.” He looked at you a moment longer before the sweet lady called him back to make another order.

“Coming, Momma.” He called back to her, turning back to you for a second time and adding.

“I’m Miles, by the way.”

“Miles.. that’s a cute name.”

His lips upturned again at the compliment.

You gave him your name, which he hummed at, repeating it and rolling it around his tongue. His accent was gorgeous.

“Hope to see you ‘round, [Name].”

You choked out a pathetic affirmation, “Mhmma.— Yeah, yep.”

He laughed lightly and dragged his fingers along the table as he left.

Like claws.

—

Two days later you were back. It was some of the best coffee you’d ever had. And the desserts were the same, most of the cake still sitting boxed in the fridge.

Also there was an added bonus, being the coffee house owner, and her son.

The boy was interesting enough to keep your attention, sweet to you but held a sort of curiosity about him. Like he was hiding something but felt no shame in doing it, that it was righteously excused.

And to be real, you were dying to hear his voice again. Two days and all that had been playing in your head was the way he’d said your name, let the word travel down to his lungs and breathed life into it. A longing into it.

Miles was about the same, probably worse.

You saying his name was cute was probably his new lifeline. The way you had said it so innocently, sweetly to the likes of him. A twisted, wretched man. You had him swooning faster than he deemed safe, his body was going into overdrive. He had watched you while in their cafe, having never met someone so.. untainted by the world. Someone so sweet who carried nothing but a childlike innocence in their curios nature. Nothing done out of bad faith or in vain. You were nothing like him, he adored that.

So when you came wandering back into his Mommas cafe, he hoped to every universe it would be something you didn’t stop doing.

“Ah! Miss, You’re back!” His Ma greeted her, watching as the girl told Rio her name, and his Mom in return.

You guys chatted idly for a moment, your expressions clear as day. He could read you like a grown man could read a picture book, so easy it would be insulting to present him with it, if the content wasn’t you. The brightness and easy nature of you was something refreshing, he would say his Momma was easy-going, but times had been hard lately and his family needed a cheering up. You seemed like the perfect candidate.

Sweet, bubbly and looking at him right now- Oh. He waved at you, shivering at the eye contact and watching as you smiled at him and waved back, hands shaking. He likes how nervous he makes you.

You sniffled a little from the cold, dripping your hand as his Mom room your attention again. She handed you a cinnamon scroll and you paid quickly, dropping twenty bucks in the tip jar and quickly finding your way back to your seat.

“Miles! Un Mocha regular porfavor.”“Miles, regular Mocha please.”

He nodded to his mom, like he hadn’t remembered from last time. Like he hasn’t watched as you enjoyed something he made you.

—

“Bienvenida de nuevo, Chiquita.”“Welcome back, Chiquita.”

Sitting in the same spot as last time, staring at the idling passer-by’s, the light of a Winter morning danced off the snowy ground and highlighted your face, leaving a soft glow in your eyes.

You turned to him, paying him your whole mind.

“Thank you, Miles.” He placed your coffee in front of you, slightly leaning over you. He raised his eyebrows and hummed. You inhaled quickly, breath caught in your throat. Now realising the proximity between the two of you. Not only that, but there was a sweet smell that followed him around, coffee and cinnamon. How fitting.

His voice had gone deeper, smoother.

“I’m glad to see you back here—,” He leaned back again, hand dragging the same way it had two days prior. Your slow blink and parted lips made a deep rooted part of him begin to blossom once more.

He wanted to protect you the way he knew no one else could, wanted to lay his Soul down for you. Let you trace the veins imbedded in his skin with your teeth and take as much from him as you could. Run him dry, let him owe you his life so he can die protecting yours.

The speed his infatuation was growing probably wasn’t healthy.

“Really?” Your sweet, breathless inquiry silenced that though.

“Of course, Mami.”

“I—,” You paused, picking at you fingernails for a moment “,—I like it here, a lot.”

You leaned a little forward in your seat. Pressing your forearms against the wooden tabletop and leaning on them. He watched your back drop into a small arch, and for his own health, decided to ignore it. “‘S very cozy.” You glanced towards the window again. Watching another lad and her dog pass. He watched you.

“Mm, it is.”

“And you’re here.”

He sucked in a breath, fingers twitching.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Your gaze flickered to him once more and he held it.

He let his hand drift to your shoulder, rubbing it slowly while he peeled himself away from the table.

“I gotta go, Mami, but enjoy your time.”

“You too, Miles.”

“I’ll be working,” He smiled at you, a small thing.

“I’ll be here. So pretty fun, I’d say.”

He hummed.

“Guess you’re right, Chiquita.”

—

It had been around four Months since Miles had met you. And he was in over his damn head, not that he wasn’t at your first meeting. But progressively, over time, he’d fallen deeper and deeper for you.

Everything you did had him in a chokehold. The way you were so sweet with his Mom, or how even uncle Aaron liked you when he’d stopped by the cafe.

How you offered to help around with no pay, generosity basically leaking from your heart. When you would come over just to see him because you “missed his voice”.

Or would sit in his room and wait for him. If he ever came home late, injured from things you had no business knowing, you wouldn’t ask a thing. You stayed quiet, and patched him up. Let him rest his head on your collarbone while you softly rubbed his shoulders. Trying to lighten the weight of the world off of them.

Every little thing.

He was done pretending like it didn’t affect him. He could barely go a single day without you on his mind constantly, as if.

He knew you felt the same.

Still just as readable as your first meeting. He knew the frequent outings between the two of you were more than just friendly meet-ups to you. To him.

And when your gazes would catch one another, he’d try and tell you. Express without so much as a word how you were the only person he could do this with. The only one he felt comfortable to walk down the street with, and let you chat his ear off about any new movies you’d seen, books you’d have read.

He would let you sleep in his bed, bring little things into his room and give the bland walls life.

You had made a home in him. Cracked chips in his walls on by one until you’d found a single loose stone and happily let everything he’d built up fall just for you.

—

Miles had texted you around mid-day that he’d wanted to see you, in which you’d giggled at your phone dreamily.

Laying on your bed with your stomach down, kicking your legs like a girl gone stupid.

It hadn’t even been much to fret over, just a simple:

Can you come over later?

He had phrased it rather questioningly, but for no good reason. He’d known full well the moment he even insinuated you being with him, you’d jump at the chance.

And you did, swiftly replying;

okayyyy !!

I’ll pick you up at 7.

six…?

7, [Name].

>:(

Don’t be childish.

i’m nvr childish, see u at 6 C:

You got up, threw your phone somewhere on the bed and checked your, admittedly already-packed, overnight bag. Making sure nothing was missing before putting it at your door.

Your phone pinged again.

See you at six.

You smiled.

You spent the rest of that afternoon anxiously waiting for him to pick you up.

—

He showed up at your door five minutes late, greeting you at the door with a soft apology about the tardiness.

“Sorry, Mami. Took a wrong turn.”

“Don’t apologise, Miles.”

You smiled at him, stars in your eyes. He looked away for a second, a bit guilty for lying to you, but he feels it’s worth it.

“Grab your bag, ma. Let’s go.”

You hummed an affirmation, rushing to your room to grab the pink duffel bag.

You grabbed your phone off your night stand and did a double check for everything.

You walked out again, closing the door behind you. Miles was leant up against your doorframe. Forearm pressed on the wood and his torso stretched. A small sliver of his skin had peeked from under the fabric, you thanked the warming weather. Quickly averting your gaze, you noticed him watching your stare in intent, a curious smile playing at the corner of his lips.

“You good, Chiquita?”

“Uhuh—, yep. Fine.”

“Mmhm.”

You huffed out, pouting and pressing your palm to his chest, his very toned chest, and pushed back lightly.

“Get outta my way, lame-o, I gotta lock the door.”

He resisted for a moment longer, gazing down at you in humour. He trailed his hand up your arm slyly and pried your hand off his chest by sliding his thumb up from under your wrist onto your palm. Slowly pulling you off him.

“Maybe ask politely.”

You gave him an unimpressed stare and flipped him off.

“Miles.”

“[Name].”

“Oh my god.”

“It’s just a ‘please’.”

“..-Please, get the fuck outta my way.”

“Of course, Hermosa.” He snorted as he did.

You turned around, Miles still close to you in the cramped hallway, and locked your door.

You turned around, noticing his eyes glance up from where they were before and shot him a questioning look. He turned around and led you through you hallway, dismissing the look.

—

He opened the steel door to the cafe. The scenery of a rooftop garden with the same Lilly-of-the-Valley flowers up here as there were out front of the store.

Shrubbery lined the rooftop edge and the string lights hung from the veranda created an atmosphere that seemed almost cinematic.

“Jesus, Miles. This is beautiful.”

“Mm, thought you’d like it.”

“I do, so much.”

You stated in awe at the mural painted on a buildings wall behind the door. A man who stroke a resemblance to Miles painted surrounded by colours of any.

The moonlight basked against the neon colours, accenting the man’s features.

“My dad.”

Your gaze snapped up to him beside you, brows furrowing in a frown.

“I’m sorry.”

“‘S cool. Nothin’ you coulda known, Ma.”

He sighed at the image of his father, wishing him well rest.

Turning to you, he wasn’t surprised to see the greif in your eyes. He was, though, surprised at the lack of pity.

He was so used to having his far family whisper behind his back at how his soul had died with his fathers. How the light in his eyes had gone missing the day his hand had been forced, unable to get to his dad in time.

There was no escaping his death.

So to feel the understanding coming from you—. The confidence in your sorry but knowledge that pity would do no one any good, it was refreshing. Everything about you was.

He turned away from your watchful eyes, the intensity being unusual for him.

“Come sit, vida mía.”

You followed him dutifully, loyally. Like you had since the last Winter. Like you would continue for the next to come.

A set of pillows had been placed in the middle of the veranda. White wood covered in lively vines and the aforementioned string lights.

There was a layout of his pastries (which you had learned he was the baker of) laid out on a cotton blanket.

You sat on one of the pillows, legs crossed. Miles following short after.

“Oooh,” You begun to tease him “,This a romantic dinner date?” The tone of your voice was in jest, but when he had failed to answer— Your heart rate sped up and your face went hot to the touch.

“Miles? Y’know I— I was just jokin’—“ “If you want it to be.”

You stood stupidly for a moment, not quite reeling in his words like any other person would.

“Wh—.”

It was his turn for unsurity now, eyes dancing nervously between you and the skyline.

“No pressure, though. Just think it’d be nice.”

“It would.”

He refocused on you again, finding you already watching him owlishly. “Yeah?”

“Mm, we could—,”

He anxiously started picking at the blanket. Who knew someone usually so calm could be this nervous asking out the most harmless girl he knew.

“Try. We could try that, together.” You mumbled a bit, seemingly playing it off. “If you want, or something..”

“I do.” He gained some leg to stand on, finding it easier and easier as you spoke, your nerves somehow calming his own.

“I’ve wanted that for a while.”

“Oh good, cause—“ You placed your hand in your lap, cracking your knuckles. “—Me too, so. That’s good.”

He grinned at your awkwardness, knowing your lack of experience in the relationship aspect of life, this mutual agreement, instead of one asking the other out, probably hasn’t been an experience of yours yet. He liked he was the first.

“Don’t get all shy on me now.”

You puffed at him, punching his arm lightly.

“I’m never shy, that’s for dumb stupid lame people. And I am none of those.” “Oh, sure.”

“Wh— Sure?! Which one are you ‘sure’-ing? Dumb, stupid or lame?!”

“Uhuh.”

“Miles!”

“Keep saying my name like that, mami.”

“Oh my goodness!”

—

And when you both finally got into his bed, you’d slept tangled together like you had dozens of times before. But this time, Miles would grab your waist and pull you closer. Settle his face in your neck and trace his nose down the length of your shoulder, peppering a kiss on every inch of skin he could find, and you’d both finally felt sure.

Maybe people were right, maybe Miles’s soul had died with his father.

But meeting you, something new, something rejuvenating—.

It left him with a light he could search for, a new soul. A whisp of a being you’d taken from your own heart and placed in his. It left him breathless with life.

—

YIPEEE!!!!! another one 🗣️‼️

thank you to my translation helpers (bbgs) @kissmxcheek and @millyswife

(oh, wrong Miles! oops! 🤗⬇️)

[storiesfromafan]

Benny x Reader Pt 3

A/N: not going to lie, this didnt turn out as good as I had hoped. But it helps progress the story haha.

Tag List (I forgot last part)

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“What was it like the first time you went to a Vandals picnic?” Danny asked, sitting at the counter in your kitchen, recorder resting before him.

You were cutting up vegetables for a stew you were cooking. “It was like a big family reunion. Good food, good drink, good fun”.

“Big family reunion, huh?” Danny chuckled.

You laughed. “Yeah. You have the men gathering together or small groups, drinking and talking shop. While the women gather and swap stories and looking after the little ones”.

“How did that day go for you?” Danny asked with genuine interest.

~~~

When Lilly had called you that morning to ask if you wanted to go to a Vandals picnic, you had been a tad hesitant. But after some reassurance and a few stories, along with mention of racing and Andy taking part, you gave in. So here you were, at a Vandals picnic. You’d dressed for the occasion, light three-quarter sleeved sweater, dark slacks and tennis shoes. From how muddy the location got; you thought best to not wear anything too good.

Getting out of Lilly’s car you noticed a group of women a few meters away. And then Lilly came over, linking arms pulling you over to them. She greeted them warmly and introduced you, to which they greeted back, as well as introduced themselves. Most of them seemed nice, while a few looked you up and down. None the less you fell into this group, talking and drinking, their little ones playing or running around you all.

You looked around, taking in the groups of men. Some were just drinking and talking, others were by some bikes checking them out, and a few were play jostling each other while laughing, no doubt on the drunk side. Watching two of them topple over each other, falling ungracefully onto the grass, you laughed at them with a few of the women.

Benny had noticed you as soon as you got out of Lilly’s car. He’d been anticipating you to show up, as Lilly never missed a picnic, and your brother was racing. So he figured you would show up. Benny thought you looked better then when he last saw you, though he had secretly hoped you’d worn another dress. He would have loved to see those bare legs again. Which then led him to some scandals thoughts, such as you in a dress and straddling his lap. But he could wait, there would be another time to see you in a cute dress.

You finally landed on Benny, who was standing around with Johnny and another man, beer in hand and his eyes on you. Like a moth to a flame. A look crossed his face when he realized you had noticed him staring, and it made your heart skip a beat. What was it about Benny that drew you in? Sure, he was good looking, looked amazing on a bike, and there was this air about it that was exciting but comforting.

Lilly nudged your side, a small smirk on her face. “You good?”

You turned from Benny, though could feel his eyes still on you. “Yeah, I’m good”.

“You sure?” She asked, still smirking but a little bigger. “You wouldn’t want to go over to some guys and chat?”

You shook your head, feeling your cheeks warm up.

“Come on” Lilly giggled, linking arms and dragging you over to the three men you’d just been looking at. And to one of them in particular.

All three males looked up when Lilly came bouncing over, you trying to dig your feet into the ground to stop her, failing terribly. If you weren’t sure how to act before, you didn’t know now. This time you would have to speak in front of him or to him, and he to you. What would he say? What would you say? Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest, your mind running wild.

“Uncle Johnny, Brucie and Benny, I’d like you to meet my good friend (Y/N), well officially introduce you, Uncle Johnny and Benny” Lilly said letting go of your arm.

“Hello. Nice to officially meet ya” said Johnny with a small smile. “Was an interesting way to find out about ya the other week”.

You felt your face heat up in embarrassment, wishing you could forget how both men had seen you. “Ah, yeah...not how I usually make an entrance”.

Lilly laughed at your words.

“What entrance did you make?” Brucie asked confused on what he missed out on.

You were about to explain before someone beat you to it.

“Angel here was riding Andy’s racer before he fixed out the issues with it. She came flying towards Fred, Johnny and me, but managed to pull off a slide stop without crashing” came Benny’s gravelly voice. His baby blues – which you now know – trained on you, watching you closely.

How was this man even real? It should be illegal for him to look and sound the way he does. Benny was a walking, talking temptation.

Brucie whistled. “Guess you take after your brother”.

You turned back to Brucie. “I guess so, though we worked and rode bikes together when I was a teenager”.

Brucie nodded. “Of course. You looking forward to seeing him race?”

You smiled. “Yeah, I am”.

After that small talk was made, which put you at ease. Though Benny was still watching you, you could see him from the corner of your eye. Soon a few of the guys came walking past, telling you all that the races were starting. Upon hearing Andy’s name, you and Lilly took off to find a spot to watch the races. The distance you put between yourself and Benny allowed you to relax, the air returning to your lungs.

Picking to stand on a small hill that overlooked a quarter of the track, you and Lilly looked at each other before laughing with excitement. When the three riders lined up, you saw Andy was in the middle. Lilly called out ‘go Andy’, which he turned seeing you both and waved. With the drop of a bandanna they were off, you bouncing on the spot hoping and praying Andy won and was in one piece.

For most of the race you could only hear the bikes, but when they came back into view you and Lilly were chatting ‘come on!’ and holding on to each other’s arms. The last few turns were on the sloshy side, making it great to slide but also dangerous. But eventually Andy crossed the line first, you both cheering and jumping up and down. You both decided to hang around and watch more races. Over time more Vandals and women came to watch. Including the one person who had a way of putting you in a choke hold with a look: Benny.

Benny had finally got away from Johnny and Brucie, making his way over to the race area, and you. He didn’t hide anything, just casually walked up to where you both were standing. Smoke in hand, Benny took the place next to you. You didn’t notice till after the current race of a presences next to you. When you turned and looked at him, Benny watched as your eyes widened before turning back to the racetrack. He smiled to himself at your reaction.

Lilly, sensing a change in you, turned to find you both had a new companion. “Well, nice of you to join us” she said with a smile.

Benny nodded, taking a drag from his smoke, holding it for a few seconds before realizing it. He didn’t say anything, just stood there. He was watching the race that just started. But every now and then he’d look at you from the corner of his eye. He studied your profile; the slope of your cute nose and how your lips were slightly full. Every now and then you looked down before back up, no doubt your mind running with thoughts.

You felt nervous being so close to Benny. You were trying to not let his close proximity effect you. Taking a deep breath, you slowly released it, hoping it would calm your racing heart. It only worked a small bit, if even that. You lowered your eyes, looking to Benny from under eyelashes. He looked to be watching the race, but you had a feeling he was watching you. You felt like there were eyes on you. Looking back to the race you lift your gaze to watch the racers come into view before coming to the finish line.

“Hmm” mused Lilly, watching you and Benny. “I’m going to get a drink, you both want one?”

You shot her a look that said don’t leave me. But she just smiled at you. Benny just nodded his head. “Alright, I’ll get us drinks. Be back soon~” Lilly finished with a bit of a sing-song tone.

You watched her skip off toward the group of women, before turning your gaze back to the racetrack, moving to cross your arms over your chest. Now what? It was just you and Benny, who was once again looking at you. What could you say? Would he talk? Just then Benny finished his smoke, tossing it to the ground and stomping it out.

For Benny, he was trying to work out what to say. In this situation it was the females that would talk to him, but you were different. Maybe you both were similar like that, that silence spoke more then actual words. But how long could it go on for? He wanted to hear you speak, he wanted to hear your sweet voice.

“I gotta say...” Benny began, trying to choose his next words. “You can handle a racer pretty good”.

His gravelly voice hit your ears and sent a shiver down your spine. You didn’t expect him to break the silence. Words stuck in your throat, not being able to get out.

“It was like seeing an Angel on wheels” he added, hoping to get anything out of you.

That snapped you out of your silence. “Ha. The saying is Devil on wheels” you scoffed. Before feeling a little embarrassed by your brazen words.

Benny chuckled with that gravelly voice of his. “I know the sayin’ Angel” – Benny lent in towards you – “but when a gorgeous girl comes sliding on a bike before me, it was like seeing an Angel on wheels”, he then winked.

You could have swallowed your tongue. You could feel your face heating up, and no doubt your were going pink. The way he just complimented you set your stomach a flutter. No guy had ever said anything like that before. Sure a few small compliments, but mostly men told you – in various ways – a woman didn’t belong on a bike. You’d been cursed and ridiculed, shunned by some people too. Yet here was a biker giving you a compliment.

Finally you felt your tongue loosen, even with his heated gaze on you. “It was just a racer” you spoke softly, “nothing like your bike. It was light and easy to handle”.

Benny nodded. “That’s true, but you still handled it good. I know a few racers that would crack up in that situation”. Again he gave you praise, which only embarrassed you further, yet it also seemed to calm you.

“Maybe...” was all you reply with.

“If you want...I could teach you to ride my bike” He stated, feeling self-conscious, something that rarely happens to Benny. “It might be heavier but I think you could handle it”.

His words took a moment to sink in, when they did all you could do was slowly nod your head. After that silence fell between you too, while turning back to the racetrack and riders before you. Though every now and then you would steal glances at the other, seeming more comfortable after talking to each other.

A few minutes later Lilly came bouncing back, two beers and a pop in hand. She past you the pop before handing Benny a beer. He didn’t waste time taking a swig while looking at the riders on the track.

Lilly nudged your shoulder, leaning in to whisper, “what happened!?”

You hit her arm, glancing at Benny to make sure he hadn’t herd. And you didn’t think he did. “I’ll tell you later” you whispered back, which Lilly pouted at.

The rest of the afternoon you spent hanging out with the women and kids, talking and laughing. Benny was always with some of the guys, but would keep an eye on you, just like you would him. A few women noticed, making some comments that embarrassed you. One even tried to warn you about him, but Lilly said to not pay her any mind. Sure Benny wasn’t perfect, but he was a good guy.

As the sun began to set, that was when you and Lilly decided to make tracks. A few of the Vandals protested but Lilly said you both were expected back at hers for dinner with her parents. And her mum wasn’t a women to keep waiting. So off you both went. An eventful day that was the start of something to come.

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“Over all it was a good day” you smiled to yourself.

Danny chuckled. “Seems like it. What happened next with you and Benny?”

You smiled wider at his question, knowing you’d tell him everything.

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Have Faith In Me~ SpinOff To Believe ~1

Summary : While Eddie Munson is living his dream, being a rockstar. You and Billy were having some relationship problems, Lilly is six in this story. What happens when Eddie decides to take time off from his rockstar life? What happens when he appears at your door?

Benny has retired and given the diner to be in your hands, you had no words what you say. But you hired a new staff and it was busier than ever. Lilly had grown over the years, her dirty blonde curls were right above her shoulders and her eyes lingered an image of her father. She has grown really close to her father, a daddy's girl.

Billy has been working at the mechanic shop just down the road, he was closer to him more than everyone thought. His Camaro stand in the driveway in the same condition as it used to be. On the dashboard there lies Bubbles, Lilly's favorite toy. She wants it to be there as a protection to the car.

His curls have grown a bit in the front, he stood leaner with his muscles bigger. He still sported that famous smirk he throw at you when the first time you saw him.

Things have been a little rough between the two of you as you worked at the diner, owning it while Billy worked at the mechanic busying himself with fixing cars. He'd take Lilly to work sometimes, letting her sit in the office and sometimes help him with the tools he needed.

It's been awhile since the two of you were intimate, there were a few kisses but that was it. There were words, there were eye locking and smiles. But there was nothing to it.

Your focus was Lilly, friends and work.

Billy's focus was Lilly, work and driving his Camaro whenever he went for drive.

But he was a great father to Lilly.

Eddie has been off on tour, Corroded Coffin got singed to a record company. Eddie was making albums, meeting girls, having the life. He phoned once in a while to talk to Lilly. He didn't talk to you much, Lilly tell him how Mama was doing.

Uncle Steve looks after Lilly whenever he can, he is busy himself as he met a new gal in his life and those two were pregnant with their second child. Steve was on his way to having his dream. Lilly always pout that she wanted to be his number one, she always is.

Robin and Vicky were living together with two dogs roaming the house, Lilly calls them her little cuddle buddies.

Dustin, Mike, El and everyone else have their own thing going on. Visiting time to time. Everything has changed. You would look out the window with a cup of coffee in your hands wondering what Eddie was doing.

Eddie wonders the same thing as he wakes up from his slumber with boxers on hung low, cigarette in his mouth as he stares out at the light blue sky wondering what you have been up too. It was hard to forget you since you were the one who gave him the push to live his dream.

He is never going to be thankful enough for what he did.

He misses Lilly. He misses you.

He needs to come home.

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Heavy footsteps walk through the house as you lean against the kitchen counter with coffee in your hands. Billy walks through the kitchen in a white tank top, jeans, his curls bouncing at his steps as he grabs bacon off the plate and shoves it into his mouth.

You feel his eyes on you as he continues to shove food in his mouth. You turn your head to look at him for a moment. Meeting those blue eyes of his.

" Hi" you say like it's the best thing to say right now. Billy raises his eyebrow, a small smile on his face as he shakes his head.

" Hi" he says, his other hand has a jacket he's holding. He's up and ready to go to work. Small pair of footsteps run into the kitchen. Lilly is running up to her dad and latching onto his legs.

" Morning, daddy" she says. He looks down at her, moving some of her hair out her way. " Good Morning, princess" he says. She smiles wide at him and then turns to you, " Good Morning, Mama."

" Good morning, angel" you say. She beams at her new nickname you keep calling her. " Did you sleep well? What did you dream about?" Lilly starts to on a rant about what she dreams about. Your eyes catch onto Billy as he's listening. He complete adores her. It warms your heart.

" Daddy needs to go to work now" Billy says making his way over to her, leaning down to kiss her head. " Be good for Mama, okay?"

" Okay. Love you daddy"

" Love you too" he says. Billy never really used to say those words, it took some time. He used to draw a heart on your hand and on Lilly's as a way to tell he loves you both.

He turns to walk out of the kitchen when he hears you clear your throat.

" Forgetting something?" you stand with your hand on your hip as you look at him. He turns his head and raises his eyebrow in question when he chuckles knowing what you want.

He takes two steps towards you as he hovers above you.

" What do you need, pretty girl?"you purse your lips to give him the answer. He hums as he thinks about. You gasp, swatting his chest playfully.

He leans down to kiss you.

" Happy?" he asks. " One more" he leans down, capturing your lips with his as he kisses you softly.

" Ew!' you hear your daughter say as she covers her eyes. You both pull away chuckling at her, " better eat up angel before daddy comes back and eats your breakfast."

She gasps, " Noooo!" stabbing the eggs with her fork as she shoves them into her mouth. Billy laughs as he winks at you walking away to go to work.

There were moments like this when you and Billy looked like a couple. There were times were you both didn't talk to each other, but were civil enough on Lilly's account.

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" How far a long are you?" you ask Steve's now wife as she sits on your couch with her hands on her pregnant belly. Steve is next to her as he looks down at her with a wide smile on his face. He looks so happy.

" 6 month, three more to go" she says. The both of you were close friends, but with work, Lilly and everything else going on, you didn't see her as much. Steve had married her last year, Robin was as his best man and you were the maid of honor.

" When do you think Billy will purpose to you?" She asks, taking a hold of Steve's hand in hers.

You shrugged, glancing at your hands.

Steve frowns.

" What's been going on with you two?" He asks, worry in his eyes.

" Lately, things with him have been distant. We are both working, but there is no intimacy or anything more than a kiss there and here"

" Did you talk to him?" you nodded.

" Every time we do, we snap at each other. You know how he is with his temper, he's working on it but lately it feels like he doesn't love me anymore"

" I'm so sorry, we didn't know" Steve wife says, you waved your hand like it's nothing to worry about. " I'm sure you'd be married to Munson by now if you two were still together, right?" Steve joked.

Eddie wasn't really brought up in the conversations.

"Steven" his wife warned throwing you an apologetic look.

" What?" He asked like he didn't really say anything to be meant to be hurtful. " Apologize" she says.

" I'm sorry Y/N" he says as he walks over to sit down besides you with his hand on top of yours. " It's fine, Steve" you shrugged.

" It's not, when was the last time you spoke to Eddie?"

" A month ago"

" He called me last week, told me he was thinking of coming back home" you froze in your seat. He wants to come back to Hawkins?

" He's done touring?" you ask. He shrugs.

" He said he needed a break, wants to see Lilly" you nodded feeling a pang of hurt. You thought maybe he would want to see you too.

" Do you want to see him Y/N?"

" I don't know, he probably forgot all about me" Steve shake his head.

" You know he talks about you all the time. He knows what he did was wrong those years ago and to this day, he regrets that you are with Billy rather than him"

" He made his own bed and laid in it. I love Billy"

" Do you?"

You don't answer Steve as the silence gives him the answer he is looking for.

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Your eyes grow wide seeing the familiar van he still has as it rolls up to the house. How did he know where to find you? Your looking out the window at him sitting in the van with his hands on the wheel.

Lilly comes up to the window in front of you, brushing her hair out of her face as she looks at the van.

" Who is that, Mama?" she asks as she look up at you.

" Daddy 2" you tell her. Her eyes grow wide knowing who you were talking about. She bounces on her feet.

" Can I go see him?" you look down at your daughter as she looks like she's ready to bounce off the walls. You laugh as you take her hand in yours to the door and throw it open.

“Daddy!” Lilly runs over seeing her other dad, as he stepped out of his van. His hair was a bit more longer, his brown doe eyes light up as he spotted his favorite girl. She giggled as he picked her up.

“Look at you, all grown up. Look at that hair” he moves one of her curls behind her ear. “ how old are you now?”

“Six” she says.

His was talking to her while you stood watching from the door way. Behind you Billy had walked out the bedroom. He has been in a mood since he got back from work.

He has this look on his face.

Distant and cold. His eyes bore into yours as he pauses in his step and turns to look out the window. He spots him. His jaw tenses as he scoffs.

“ Munson”

" Yeah, he's here" you nod crossing your arms across your chest. He stand behind you by the door. His breath hits your neck that shoot goosebumps down your spine. Eddie puts Lilly down as he turns to face the door.

He can see you standing there with a small smile on your face and then looks to see Billy standing there, glaring at him. Things haven't changed.

" Come on, daddy" Lilly pulls Eddie's arms as he heads in front of the house.

" Eddie" you say his name. He swears it's the best thing he has heard in years. " Y/N" he says, you feel your smile get bigger. He opens his arms, waiting for your hug.

You step out of the house and throw your arms around him as you bury your face into his shoulder, taking in his scent. It's the same as before. His hair tickles your face causing you to giggle. The same giggle you share with your daughter. It is music to Eddie's ears.

" I've missed you, Eds" you whisper against his ear. He heard it, squeezing you tighter letting you know he did too.

A cough interrupts the moment and Eddie lets you go as he turns to face Billy.

" Munson"

" Hargrove"

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The coffee and the cup (Jeong Yunho/Smut)

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A/N: You bet your ass this was inspired by the pottery video. I was also inspired by a lot of ceramics artists I follow on instagram and thought this was fun.

This is a feel good story, no bad things, just good. Just wanted a feel good thing. 

Tags: Potter! Yunho x Café owner reader!, Fem! reader, a lot of pining and sweet glances, coffee, a freshly starting relationship, love confessions, Hongjoong that likes to judge

Smut tags: Very sweet, gentle, soft dom! Yunho, marking, oral (female receiving), Fingering (female receiving), scratching, Praise, teasing, Unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all)

Word count:  8046 (I don’t do short stories) 

There was something utterly comforting about the feeling a café could give you. It was something that you had always enjoyed, from being in middle school, getting cookies and chocolate milk before school, to high school and college where you did all day study sessions, cafe’s had become a safe haven for you. Therefore it was only natural that you had grown up with a dream of starting your own. 

With the little money you had managed to save up and the help from your family, your cafe had become a reality. A reality that you never thought would happen. It was even more surreal as you unpacked your first groceries and placed them in the pantry and refrigerator, looking around your place. Your place.

It was small, with only two, two persons tables indoor and two outdoors, it was more a “grab a drink and go” type of place and it was perfect for you. It was seated in a small street, filled with small locally owned businesses and what better way to introduce yourself, than to bake. 

A classic lemon blueberry muffin was the taste of coming home, the taste you wanted to sell at your store, a taste you wanted to give your fellow shop owners. You wanted people to feel comforted at your place, so you made something comforting with a little twist, so that everybody could see what type of person you were. Baking was your second love to coffee, so you went to work making around 30 muffins. The delicious smell filling your store and placing a smile on your face. Nothing could drag your day down, not that day.

Once the muffins had cooled enough from coming out of the oven, you packaged them carefully and placed them all in a little wicker basket, setting off to say hi to your neighbors. Starting with the little music instrument store right next door. The owner wasn’t what you expected at all, young, well dressed with one painted nail on each hand, going by the name Hongjoong. He greeted you with an amazing smile, wondering how he could help you.

“Welcome! Can I help you find anything?” He asked and you couldn’t help but beam a smile back at him. “No believe me you wouldn’t want me playing any instruments. I bought the café next door and wanted to introduce myself!” You said raising your basket to show him. “Oh! Welcome to the neighborhood!” He shook your free hand, smiling at you brightly. “So you’re going to be providing us caffeine from now on. I greatly appreciate it.” He said and you couldn’t help but laugh. It’s nice that people were missing a café here, gave you hope that you would do well.

You grabbed one package of muffins and placed them on his counter. “I hope you like lemon blueberry muffins. I made them from scratch and well they’re my personal favorite.” You explained and he tore into the packaging quickly. “I’m partial to anything made with bread.” He said, pulling apart a muffin and popping a piece into his mouth. “Oh, everyone around here is going to love these. You should head to Wooyoung’s restaurant down the street, Yeosang’s skate shop, Oh and Yunho’s little store next door. He might eat you out of house and home but oh boy he might become your best customer. These are delicious.” He complimented and you felt a sigh of relief. No matter how many people tried your food and drinks, you still got anxious when it came to their opinions. “I’ll head there now. Would be nice to have a customer before we even open.” You said softly and Hongjoong nodded. “He’s loyal too. If he likes what you have, he’ll never go anywhere else.” He added, making you laugh.

The sound of the door opening behind you made you glance in that direction, seeing a teenage boy looking around the instruments. “Well, I’ll let you get back to it.” You said, heading for the door. “Thank you again for the muffins and if you ever need any help with anything, don’t be stranger.” Hongjoong told you, making you feel all warm in your chest. He was incredibly kind, you could tell from the way he carried himself. “I won’t. Have a good day!” You said, waving as you exited his store. 

It was an incredibly good day out, sun brightly shining down on you as you walked to the little shop next to the music store. The bell signaled that you entered the building, but there was no one in sight. You stood by the door a moment, not wanting to overstep boundaries even if it was a store to shop in. Not only for that reason though, you were scared to knock something over and break it. 

The store was filled with shelves lining the bright yellow painted walls, on those shelves were a bunch of clay made works. From little figurines to beautifully sculpted plates, vases and mugs coated with bright paint. It was all so colorfull and bright, making a large smile pull over your lips. 

However, no one came to the front so you remained still another moment before calling out. “Hello?” You asked, holding on to your basket and leaning forward to see if you could spot anyone. “Hello?” You asked again, not really expecting a response but wanting to make sure. 

“Come on to the back, I can’t open the door back here because my hands are really dirty!” A voice called out and spotted the door that muffled it. You maneuvered yourself carefully to not knock things over as you made your way to the door, spotting a few mugs and plates you wouldn’t mind adding to the café’s collection on your way. You stood in front of the door not quite knowing what to expect when you opened the door, but you did it anyways. 

It lead to a little studio, with big windows in the back and more shelves lining the room. In the middle sat a pottery wheel with what looked like a half finished vase resting on it. But what was really eye catching, was the man washing his hands by the sink in the corner.

He was tall, with long legs, dark hair and broad shoulders. Wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt that had clay stains all over them. Then he turned around, finally exposing his face to you and you seemingly felt your knees get weak. Never in your life had you seen eyes like his, so big and full of emotion. It only made the stripe of dried clay on his cheek seem even cuter. 

“Can I help you with anything?” He asked, drying his hands before walking towards you. Lifting your basket, you had a hard time finding words for a moment as he smiled at you. “I- uh- Hongjoong next door sent me over. I bought the café 2 doors down and wanted to introduce myself.” You explained, watching his smile get even bigger. You quickly stuck your hand out to his and he looked down at it, taking it gently. “I’m Y/N.” You said, really taking note of the way his eyes sparkled. “I’m Yunho.” 

Now Yunho knew it wasn’t really all that common for people his age to make a living off of pottery and art. But he saw that as a challenge, a challenge he took head on and had managed to do it. It was his passion, it was what he was good at and well, the looks of surprise on people’s faces when they asked him what he did for a living was an added plus. 

Now he hadn’t been expecting any visitors that day so he was taking the time to create a vase he had been thinking about making. But he wasn’t mad at the interuption at all, especially not one in such cute packaging. Your yellow sundress was inviting, your pink cheeks even more so and not to mention the wicker basket with baked goods. You looked like the angel of his own personal heaven. 

“I made muffins, they’re lemon blueberry.” You said, pulling the two packaged muffins out of the basket and handing them to him. You were feeling incredibly shy suddenly, even though the man was radiating nothing but a positive energy. “Oh! You said Hongjoong sent you?” Yunho asked, taking the packaging. You nodded at his words and he let out a hearty laugh. “He knows my kryptonite, baked goods.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his words as he took one more step closer to you. 

“I hope you don’t mind my asking, but what are you making?” You asked, gesturing to the pottery wheel. Yunho’s eyes widened at your interest before moving back towards the wheel. “I was asked to make a vase specifically for calla lillies. The design needed to be ‘unique’ according to the client.” He laughed and you took a step closer to look at the clay better. Unique was definitely an accurate description for it, but beautiful none the less. “It’s really pretty.” You said and looked back at him. He was watching your response to his work, finding it endearing how focussed you were on it. 

“I have something for you.” Yunho said quickly, wanting to welcome you to neighborhood properly. He gestured for you to follow him back to the front of the shop as he scanned his shelves for something. “Something for me?” You asked, following him as looked around. “Yes, something for you. To welcome you to the neighborhood.” He said sounding incredibly cheerful which made butterflies fill your stomach.

It was funny how Yunho had taken a few looks at you and instantly had a piece of his in mind to gift you. It just seemed like it suited you, with your bright choice in muffin flavors and the sunny aura that you had radiated to him. It was just an obvious choice to him. 

“There they are.” He said, pulling 2 mugs from the back of a shelf. They were made for a large cup of coffee, with sunflowers molded onto them and painted. They were very pretty and something you most definitely would have picked out for yourself. He quickly shuffled to his counter, wrapping them with paper for protection and placing them in a little bag. Yunho was a little scatterbrained, self admittedly, but it was only natural to get a little extra nervous when there was a pretty girl in front of him. 

“I hope these get put to good use when the café opens.” He said, as he wrote something on a card and slipped it into the bag. You caught a glimpse of his handwriting, noting how messy and cute it was before looking away again. “I’ll definitely put them to good use. I’ll make sure to serve my first cup of coffee in one.” You promised and Yunho could feel his ears burning red. “Good.” He said softly, sliding the bag in your direction. “The shop opens in 2 days, I would enjoy it if you stopped by.” You said softly as you grabbed the bag and placed it in your basket. “I’ll be there for sure.” He said, simply standing and looking at you. You admittedly were doing the same, finding yourself getting absolutely lost in those eyes before tearing yourself away. “I have a few more stops to make-” You started, walking towards the door because you were embarrassed for staring. 

“I really hope you enjoy those muffins.” You finished, placing your hand on the door handle and looking back at him one more time. “I most definitely will.” Yunho smiled, watching you leave his shop before leaning down and pressing his forehead against the counter. He hadn’t had a rush from someone in a long time, you were like a shot of caffeine and he had you on his mind for the rest of the day. 

You had brought around the rest of your muffins before coming back to your shop. It was now late in the afternoon and the had calmed down quite a bit. You had discovered that your new little neighborhood was close, tight knit. Everyone seemed to know eachother and something about that was quite comforting. Wooyoung’s resaurant was incredibly home-y with delicious food (he had forced you to sit down and enjoy some food) and Yeosang’s skate shop was just adorable with a lot of custom boards there and they all seemed to know eachother quite well. It was helping you realise you had chosen the right spot, you needed the support. 

Sitting down at a table, you placed your basket down as well. The whole afternoon you had been curious about what Yunho had written down on the card. It was on your mind the whole time and well so was he. He was quite magnetic, awkward and just very cute, you really couldn’t help it. 

Pulling the mugs from the bag, you unwrapped them carefully so that you can take in the details more. You hadn’t really gotten the chance to before, you were entirely too focussed on something or rather someone else. You held one of the mugs in your hand, looking it over and running your fingers over the smooth ridges. It was all so incredibly detailed and such a sweet gift. 

You put the mug down and pulled the card from the bag. It was just simple cardstock with no design on it, only his writing and you felt the butterflies bubble back up as you read.

“I thought it was a good day because of the weather, but I guess it was because you were in the neighborhood. I can’t wait to stop by your café when it opens, but I would love it even more if you would go on a date with me, maybe let me teach you how to sculpt. I’ll leave my number for you. 

It was nice meeting you, sunshine.

- Yunho

P.S the mugs are handwash only”

You laughed at the last sentence holding the letter to your chest as you did so. A date with Yunho, it was all so sweet. Not to mention his nickname for you had you swooning. 

Pushing yourself up from the table, you placed the mugs on the counter and put the card by your store’s phone. It was too soon to call right away, but you were definitely going to call. There was no doubt about that, you could feel a connection with him instantly and you couldn’t help but mentally thank Hongjoong for that. 

-

Time had seemingly slipped away from you after that day. You had been incredibly busy the day after, getting everything ready and prepared for your grand opening. Baking what you could, grinding coffee beans and preparing mugs, plates and other items. You weren’t expecting a huge turnout or anything... but it never hurt to be prepared. 

But that coupled with your anxiety for doing well, you seemingly forgot about Yunho’s number that was just waiting to be called by your phone. It was purely accidental that it happened, that it had all slipped your mind. 

But you were quickly reminded of it when he stood in front of you, after you had given one of your first customers their order of coffee and an oatmeal cookie. There he was, standing in front of you at 10 a.m, wearing a lightly striped button down tucked into black jeans. Considerably more dressed up than the last time you had seen him, however this image of him made you think of his number and you panicked. 

“Oh my god Yunho, I forgot to call.” You said, clasping a hand over your mouth in embarrassment. You felt absolutely horrible at the realization however Yunho could only laugh. “It’s alright, it’s alright sunshine. I figured you were busy with the opening and everything so I didn’t take it to heart.” He smiled at you and you pouted. “I feel really bad. What can I do to make it up to you?” You asked, walking around your little counter because from what you could tell, there were no more customers left to serve aside from him in the café. 

Your response was just so cute to him, he didn’t think you owed him anything at all. He gave you his number and it was your choice to call him or not. However he still would have really like that date, especially seeing you again. You were wearing a simple orange, shin length, floral skirt with a black t-shirt tucked into it and an apron fastened around your waist. You were... sunny to him. 

“You don’t have to make it up to me, you don’t owe me anything. But I would still like to know if you would like to go on a date with me?” He asked and you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief at his question. “Oh and I would love another lemon blueberry muffin. I ate both alarmingly fast the other day.” He added on quickly, laughing as he did so. He didn’t want you to feel pressure, at all. Yunho wanted you to go out with him because you wanted too, not anything else. 

You looked down to the ground in attempts to hide the blush on your cheeks, before pulling yourself together and finally looking up into his eyes. “I can definitely do a date and I can also definitely do a muffin.” You said and quickly disappeared behind your counter again. Yunho watched with adoration as you did, incredibly happy but trying to keep things cool. 

“Here is your muffin... would you like anything else?” You asked, handing him the packaged treat and his fingers grazed yours. “No, I got what I came for.” Yunho said and reached for his wallet. “No, it’s on the house.” You stopped him and he looked at you, opening his mouth to  say something. “I know you said I don’t owe you anything but, just take it. For my own sake.” You explained and he bit down on his lip to keep his smile to a minimum. “Thank you.” He said softly, back away from the counter because how much he was beaming. 

“Call me to set up the date tonight? Okay?” He said, now leaning in the open door of the café. “I will. I definitely will this time.” You said and he nodded, walking away and letting himself smile fully. 

Your first day was incredibly good, a total of almost 50 customers which really wasn’t much but still good and a date settled with an absolutely beautiful man. It was just a good day, you smelled like coffee when you got home and there was nothing better than that. Life was coming together. 

-

He had set things up in such a specific way, he wanted this to be perfect. Something about you drew Yunho in so much, he didn’t want to mess this date up at all. It meant a lot to him. 

So when you showed up to his store again, ready for your date, he had his heart in his throat. He had told you to wear something you wouldn’t mind that got dirty and well you listened, showing up in overall you deemed your “paint overalls” the ones you would wear while painting your house and some beat up Converse sneakers. Yunho was wearing the same clothes from the day you had first met and waiting inside his store when you appeared at the door. 

“You look very cute.” Yunho commented, the second you entered the building and your cheeks flushed red. “I’m used to people starting conversations by saying hello.” You said, leaning onto the counter he was stood behind. He mimiced your actions, face getting closer to yours. “Hello. You look very cute.” He teased and you looked down to avoid his gaze with a soft smile. “Anyways, what are we doing today?” You asked, standing back up fully and slipping your hands into your pockets. 

“Well, do you need anything else for your shop?” Yunho asked and you took a moment to think. “I was thinking about stopping by for some small, single flower vases. To see if you even had anything like that. Why?” You asked and he pushed himself off the counter. 

Now if you had said no, he would have sat you down to make something random just to have fun. But now he was going to give you something you could absolutely make use of and hopefully something to remind you of him. 

“I figured I could teach how to make them, something you want exactly.” Yunho said, scratching the back of his head because he was now completely questioning his own idea. “Oh!!! I would absolutely love that!” You said, needing to contain your excitement. Something about a date like this really touched your heart and even if this wouldn’t go anywhere, you know you would remember it for the rest of your life. 

He let out a sigh of relief before leading you to his studio, where he had set up a picnic blanket on the floor next to the large windows with a basket filled with treats. You couldn’t help but place your hand on your chest, your heart pounding because of how sweet he was. 

“Jeong Yunho, I do believe you are a romantic.” You said, gesturing to the blanket and he had to hold back a laugh. “Maybe just a little bit... I just thought we could talk a bit while the clay is in the kiln.” He explained, well rambled more. He was absolutely making your heart melt and there was no doubt about it. 

He sat you down behind the wheel after preparing everything for you, the damp clay sitting on top of the wheel. You looked up at him, questioning what to do because this was completely foreign territory to you. “Start spinning the wheel and wet your hands in that bowl and just start feeling around the clay a bit. Get a feel of what you’re doing.” He said, crouching down by your side. You followed his instructions, under his carefull gaze.

Yunho had guided your hands carefully from next to you, until you had accidentally placed way too much pressure on the clay and denting the form. “Oh, uhh let me see if I can fix that.” Yunho said, seeing how you struggled to get it back the way it was. You stood and he took your seat, his height when sitting coming up to your shoulders. He was mesmerizing to watch as he sculpted, eyes focussed on the wheel and lips kind of pursed. He was just so pretty. 

“I think I get it.” You said and he looked at you in confusion. “This suits you, sitting here behind the pottery wheel, working with your hands. It really suits you. You’re completely in your element. It’s really beautiful to see.” You explained further and he allowed the wheel to slow down, to look up at you. 

You didn’t even realise how close you were until you felt his breath fan over your lips and you suddenly felt excitement in your chest. So you made a split second decision, you made a judgement call. 

Leaning forward, you pressed a quick kiss to his very soft looking, plump lips. Yunho was caught off guard, not having expected that at all but not complaining either. In the few hours you had maybe spent together, there was something completely undeniable there. 

Now admittedly, the kiss was too long for it to be a peck and that was because Yunho could’ve sworn he tasted strawberry on your lips. It left him wanting more, so he deepened the kiss and for a moment you forgot your hands were covered in wet clay. You cupped his face, only for him to laugh against your lips and you realised your mistake. 

“Oh my God, I am so sorry.” You said, pulling away and looking at your hand prints on his cheeks. Yunho couldn’t stop laughing, maybe because of how ridiculously funny the situation was or maybe because of the pure joy he was feeling. “I got too caught up - I- I- completely forgot my hands were-.” You explained in frustration, really wanting to cover your face in embarrassment but deciding against it with better judgement. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Can you just maybe wash your hands and then hand me that washcloth by the sink?” He asked and you did as told quickly bringing him the damp cloth to help him get your marks off of him. His cheeks and ears were flushed the whole time as you did so, eyes following your movements and reading the concern on your face. “It’s really okay.” Yunho laughed, comforting you a little more but you couldn’t help but stay embarrassed. “It’s definitely a story to tell. Not my best first kiss admittedly.” You said and pushed your hair out of your face, not your brightest moment most definitely. 

“I mean, I could act like it didn’t happen. Or we could just have a do over?” Yunho suggested, placing the cloth down on the counter and looking at you with a cheeky smile. He just wanted to make sure it was really strawberry he was tasting on your lips. “A do-over?” You asked, crossing your arms and looking up at him. 

His hands came up to your waist, pulling you a tad closer by the belt loops of your overalls before leaning down to your level again. You cupped his face, allowing your thumbs to run over the smooth skin of his cheeks and smilled to yourself. “Oh sunshine, you’re just the cutest.” He said softly and closed the space inbetween you too. This was it, this was what it was supposed to feel like. Butterflies flying around your stomach and your heart pounding in your chest because of how badly you wanted to kiss someone. This was right. 

Your hands moved from his cheeks to his hair as he deepened the kiss, tasting that sweet strawberry flavor again and making a mental note to ask you about it later. His hands held your waist gently, not moving in any way in fear of overstepping his boundaries. 

Pulling away again, this time with a considerable less amount of embarrassment, you placed your hands on his chest gently. “You see, that’s what I was trying to do.” You said softly, toying with the fabric of his shirt. “I figured.” He said in response, letting eachother go in the process. “Your lips taste like strawberries, as if you couldn’t get any more sweet.” Yunho commented, just looking at you with mild disbelief as you sat behind the pottery wheel again. You knew exactly why you tasted that way, you were experimenting with strawberry creme for on top of cupcakes and had to taste test it.

“Come by the café some more and I’ll show you why.” You smiled cheekily and started to spin the wheel again, wanting to finish your vase. “Hmm, sounds good. It sounds like another date.” 

- 

“That’ll be 7.50.” You said cheerily before going to pour her coffee and grab her 2 slices of coffee cake. You handed her, her items and waved her out of the store before letting out a sigh. There was a dip in how busy it was and you had a moment to relax. 

“I just noticed that your customer service voice is the same as your regular voice.” Hongjoong said from the table closest to your counter. He had been coming in on his breaks to hang out and talk and well this was one of those times. “Is it? I never noticed.” You asked with a raised brow, Hongjoong shook his head at you. “I can’t believe your just genuinely that sweet.” He commented and went back to looking on his phone. 

“Of course Y/N’s that sweet.” Yunho’s voice came in from behind you, knowing he came in through the back. His hands moved to your hips from behind and rested his head on your shoulder. “They even smell cake 90% of the time.” He added on before kissing your cheek. This earned a blush from you and a sigh coupled with an eyeroll from Hongjoong. 

“Disgustingly cute.” Hongjoong grumbled, standing from his seat and grabbing his coffee. “I’ll be taking this to go.” He added, leaving your cafe to give you both a shred of privacy. 

Laughing, you turned around in Yunho’s arm and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Hi.” You said softly, toying with the hairs on the back of his neck. A few months in and you were incredibly close, ridiculously in love. The whole neighborhood knew, the whole neighborhood thought it was disgustingly cute and well you were incredibly happy. 

“Hi.”  He said back, leaning you backwards to press you against your counter. He had been missing you all day, all week more like. With the school breaks on top of general vacation days, business had been going quite well. But that also meant a little less time together. Which was alright, that was healthy but God Yunho was missing you. 

He kissed your cheek, moving his lips over your skin lightly to pay you some special attention because there was no one in the cafe anyways and there was just something about getting you so flustered. 

“What’s gotten into you?” You asked, taking a deep breath as his lips moved over your neck and down to the neckline of your dress. “When can I get you alone for more than 5 minutes?” Yunho asked, pulling his lips away from you again. He could tell you were breathing a little heavier and your cheeks were flushed, exactly what he wanted. 

“I think I have more than 5 minutes of alone time after work.” You explained, only for his lips to find the base of your neck again. His hands were now massaging your sides, bunching up your dress slightly when the bell of your door rang. 

“I forgot my phone and I’m glad I saw this so that I can leave a bad review on yelp.” Hongjoong said and you both pulled away from eachother quite quickly. “Come by the shop after you close up okay sunshine?” Yunho said, trying to hide his embarrassment as Hongjoong gave him a dirty look.

“I will.” You said, quickly pecking his lips one more time before he exited your shop. You were a total shade of pink because of the way Hongjoong was looking at you. “Don’t say anything.” You said, pointing your finger in his direction the second Yunho left. He started laughing, grabbing his phone from the table. “You two are so in love it’s disgusting. Get married already, have coffee filled, artsy babies.” He teased and you shook your head. “It seems like you two were half way there already, wonder what would’ve happened if I didn’t walk in.” He added and you turned away, suddenly feeling the need to keep your hands busy. 

“Probably nothing, we haven’t gone that far. Doubt it would’ve happened in broad daylight, in an open café.” You said, now wiping down a fully clean counter to get out of your own mind. You wanted to take that next step with Yunho and he seemingly wanted to take that step too. 

So you made your way over to his shop after closing, checking the way you looked in the reflection on the windows before entering. You weren’t nervous, at all actually. Everything felt certain with him and so did this. You instantly walked to studio portion of his shop, anticipation in your chest as you pushed the door open. 

“Hey you closed early.” Yunho said as he cleaned his counter by the sink. “I did. Thought maybe we could stretch those 5 minutes into a few hours.” You said softly, walking behind him to hug him from behind. You missed him the last few days too, you were definitely realising it while holding him. “You can’t just kiss me like that in the middle of the day and leave.” You mumbled against him as his hands found your, drawing shapes into your skin with his fingers. 

“Sorry about the inconvenience.” He chuckled and pulled you to stand in front of him, wedging you between him and the counter. “Big inconvenience. I’ve been thinking about you all day.” You leaned back onto the counter as Yunho took a step forward. His thigh, wedging between your legs as he did so. He was completely hovering over you, hands finding purchase on your hips. “Maybe that’s what I wanted.” His voice was a tone lower than normal, making your tongue dart out to wet your lips. 

You grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him close because you really couldn’t wait much longer and kissed him. Yunho loved it when he brought you to that point because he found it oh so endearing when you needed him so badly. 

Using his hands, he lifted you up onto the counter fully making your dress bunch up slightly. His hands moved down to the newly exposed flesh of your thighs as his tongue slipped into your mouth. This, this was what drove him insane because everytime he kissed your lips you tasted so sweet. 

You tugged his hair as his grip on you tightened, making him groan against your lips. “How do you do it, you always taste so sweet?” He asked with his forehead pressed against yours. You leaned forward a little, making your core come into contact with his denim clad thigh and you whimpered before answering him. “That’s for me to know and you to be amazed by.” Shaking his head at your answer, he pressed his lips to yours again absolutely not caring if it was sloppy or not. 

He continued to pull your hips down, making your core rub over his thigh and you couldn’t help but pull his hair harshly. This made him nip down on your bottom lip before moving his hands to hike up the skirt of your dress. He was absolutely obsessed with how soft your skin was in his hands every new inch that was revealed, didn’t disappoint. 

Moving his lips down your neck again, he made sure to nip down on your skin and making you gasp. Yunho was going with intent to leave marks, there was just something that made him compelled to do so. His hands moved to your waist to drag you closer to edge of the counter and closer to him. His fingertips finding the hem of your panties to toy with them, making heat pool between your legs even more. 

His mouth stopped at the neckline of your dress, before he looked up at you. “Can I take this off?” He asked, tugging on your dress slightly. The little question making heat rise to your cheeks. “Yes, you can.” You answered softly, helping him lift the fabric off of your body. You were about to throw your dress to the side when took it from you, folding it before laying it down gently on a chair. You sat, kicking your legs slightly as you watched him because the action made your heart flutter. 

“Don’t want your dress to get dirty.” He said, turning back around to look at you. He could feel his heart stop a moment, you were incredibly just so incredibly beautiful to him. The dim lit room, coupled with your slightly swollen lips, pink cheeks and the fact that you were sitting there in nothing but your underwear, it was driving him insane. 

“God you look...” Yunho started, walking back to you to wrap his arms around your bare waist. You curled his hair between your fingers, looking him the eyes. “Absolutely beautiful.” His eyes sparkled as he spoke, making your whole body fill with warmth as he looked at you. You wrapped your legs around him, to pull him even closer to you. “I’m feeling a little self conscious here. Can you maybe?” You didn’t finish your sentence, just tugging on his shirt in hopes he’d get the message. He pulled it off of him and simply threw it on the ground, not giving it the same care he gave your dress. “I don’t care if that gets dirty.” He said before kissing your lips quickly and sinking down to his knees. 

Eye level with your core, he traced his fingers over your clothed slit slowly, looking at you to see your response. Your eyes were shut up and your lips were agape, body tensing as his finger grazed your clit. That was enough for him to hook his fingers into the lace, tugging your panties down your legs. You brought your hand to your face, taking your thumb between your teeth as Yunho pulled your legs over his shoulders. 

He feathered kisses over your thighs, squeezing them as he did so and inching closer and closer to where you needed him. “You’re going to tease me when I’ve already been thinking about you all day?” You asked, voice muffled by your own hand. He looked up at you again, eyes darker and blinking at you. “Yes, because it seems to be working.” He answered, dragging his fingers over your slit. “You’re so wet, Sunshine.” He finished, kissing your clit lightly and your hips bucked for more friction. 

He looked up at you one more time, taking a mental image of you with your finger caught between your teeth just staring at him before kissing you again. Allowing his tongue to move over your folds and tasting you. You attempted to clamp your legs shut at the sensation only for him to hold them open, not allowing you to go anywhere as he ate you out. Lips wrapping around your clit and making you moan out loud. Your hand moved to grip his hair, just wanting him even closer to you because fuck... he was making you feel so good. 

“Yunho-” You moaned, making his fingertips dig further into your thighs. “Sunshine, you even taste sweet.” He commented, kissing your thighs again as you tugged on his hair for more. “Baby please don’t stop.” You begged, nearly pouting as you did so because you were oh so close to cumming. 

He stood back up, face now level with yours again and you whined. “Relax.” He said softly, hand trailing down your body before cupping your core. His finger teased your hole while the other hand cupped your face, slipping a finger into and watching every expression as he did so. Yunho thrust his fingers into you harshly as your mouth fell open again. Eyes locked onto Yunho’s as he drew you closer and closer to your orgasm. Your fingers clawed at his arms as the coil in your stomach tightened. “Yunho, please.” You whined, feeling him insert another finger and stretching you out. 

He sped up his pace, feeling you tighten around his fingers and the scratching down his arms get harder. “Come on, cum for me sunshine.” He pressed his forehead against yours as you let out a small scream that faded into a whine. The coil bursting as his fingers continued thrusting into you. Your face burried into his neck as you held onto him, needing something to brace yourself with. 

He watched you slump into his arms, using his hand that was holding your face to now stroke your hair. “You’re alright.”  He cooed, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of his hardon pressing against his jeans. You kept your face in his neck as your hands moved from his arms down his chest and torso. Trailing down the faint outline of abs as your hands went down, resting on the button of his jeans as you finally looked at him again. 

“I love you.” You said softly, as if it was a secret and you were in a crowded room. Your fingers undid his jeans, not waiting on a response from him. If he wasn’t there yet, he wasn’t there. 

“Hey.” He cupped your face again, making your focus now be solely on him. You hardly gave him time to respond to your confession before you went undo his jeans, he needed you to focus on what he was going to say because he could tell you were scared for his answer. 

“Relax, Sunshine. I love you too.” He said, taking in the way your eyes widened at his words. “I- I- can I?” You stuttered, gesturing to his jeans. “Yes, yes you can.” He laughed, continuing to cup your face as you undid his jeans and dragged the zipper down. He hummed as your fingers grazed his hard on, gripping your face a little tighter making you smile. 

“Now who’s teasing?” He asked you and you giggled, only for him to shake his head. He grabbed your hands and pulled them off of his jeans so that he could pull them down, together with his briefs. “Can’t deal with what you dish out?” You asked and he shook his head, placing his hand next to your hips on the counter. “Not nearly as well.” He admitted and you wrapped your legs around his bare waist to pull him against you. 

His free hand gripped the base of his cock as he rubbed it over your folds. You held the back of his neck, watching his actions before he slipped into you slowly. Your nails dug into his skin, making goosebumps coat his skin as he sheathed himself into you fully. The whimper you let out of was like music to his ears and the way you felt wrapped around him was better than he dreamed of. 

Yunho gave you a moment to adjust before wrapping his arms around your waist and almost picking you up off of the counter. It caught you by surprise making you hold onto him even tighter. “Fuck Yunho.” You hummed, as he started thrusting into you, using the leverage he had gotten from holding you. His pace picked up, fucking into you slowly as your sounds filled his studio. 

“You feel so good, Sunshine.” He praised, a low moan leaving his mouth afterwards as you scratched down his back. He thrusted a bit harder and faster, needing a taste of that sweet release because he too had been thinking about you all day. 

“Right there-” You choked out as he hit your sweet spot, the heels of your feet digging into his thighs. He pressed his face into your neck, placing kisses everywhere he could reach and sucking even more marks into your skin. He continued actions, making you tighten around him very quickly. He let go of your waist to place one of his hands by your side on the counter and the other down to rub your clit, giving him leverage to bring you both to the edge quickly. Your hands moved to his arms, scratching down them as well just adding to the pleasure he was going through. 

“Sunshine, I’m really close.” He moaned out, hips staggering slightly as he continuously rubbed your clit. You pet his hair, drawing his attention back to your face and that was it for him. You looked oh so fucked out and the way you were holding on to him, it was enough to send him over the edge. His hips stopped as he came inside of you, head drooping and beautiful loud moans leaving him as he did so. However, his fingers never stopped circling your clit and threw you over the edge with him. 

He was a mess, moaning at the feeling of you contracting around him and the overstimulation of it. The way you felt holding on to him, stroking his skin as you both calmed down. He was now holding you close against his chest, still resting inside you for a moment as you caught your breaths. 

“I meant it you know, when I said I love you back.” Yunho’s voice was soft spoken as he pet your hair. “I know.” You said as you traced over his arm. “Good, just wanted to make sure you knew I didn’t just say it because we were having sex.” He explained, body leaving yours and making you sigh. 

“I know I definitely didn’t just say it because of that.” You said as he handed you back your underwear. “That’s good.” He smiled at you that goofy smile, eyes filled with love. You shook your head, before grabbing his face gently and pulling him for another quick kiss. You just really wanted him to know that you meant it.  

“Come on, let’s go to my place. Maybe watch a movie, eat dinner, have round 2. All of the options are allowed.” He said laughing before handing you your dress, as you rolled your eyes at his words. 

“Ah Sunshine, I love you to bits.” 

- 

“The back of Yunho’s neck looks like he’s been mauled by a tiger, you wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with that?” Hongjoong asked as he entered Yunho’s shop the next day. He had to run errands and asked you to watch his shop for a moment, so there you were sitting behind his counter and painting a piece of pottery you had helped him make not to long before. 

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.” You said, needing to bite on your lips to contain your smile as you continued to paint the clay. “Uh-huh, tell that to those hickies all over your neck.” He commented and you looked at him. “Do you ever spend time in your own store?” You asked in frustration and he started laughing, pointing at you. “I knew it!” He laughed and you shook your head. “Okay, okay. Shut up about it.” You hid your face in your hands, feeling how beat red you were. 

“Fine, fine, I’ll stop teasing.” Hongjoong joked, walking around the shelves of pottery. No one else was in the shop, so the conversation wasn’t entirely inappropriate. “But it was good though? No hiccups, no awkward situations?” He asked and you could only smile at the thought of it all. “No, nothing awkward.” You said and he stood in front of the counter again. 

“I told him I love him for the first time.” You added quickly, simply going back to painting. “Wait, you did? For the first time? It took you both that long?” Admittedly Hongjoong wasn’t wrong, but you had felt love for him a long time ago. There just wasn’t a desire to vocalize it just yet, on either end. “I mean it was obvious that you too loved eachother, I’m just surprised it took you so long to say it.” Hongjoong explained and you nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. But sometimes it’s better to just wait until there’s that moment. That perfect moment to say it.” Last night was most definitely that moment for you. 

The store bell made you both redirect your attention to the door. Only for Yunho to pop his head in and look at you. “I was half way to the store when I realised that I didn’t ask you needed anything.” He said, smiling at you with stars in his eyes. “You could’ve just texted me.” You smiled back as Hongjoong watched the interaction. “I could’ve, but I would rather just walk back and see you instead.” He explained and Hongjoong laughed. 

“You two, you two are something else.” Hongjoong commented and Yunho shook his head. “But you don’t need anything?” He asked and you shook your head. “No, I got all I need.” You said and he nodded before going to leave again. “I love you, Sunshine.” He said quickly, shutting the door behind him. “I love you too.” You said smiling, knowing he couldn’t hear you anymore but still taking the time to do it. Hongjoong rolled his eyes at you and opened his mouth to say something. 

“As disgusting as you two are, how cute you are together makes up for it.” 

A/N: Feedback is kind!

I’m not completely satisfied with the ending but I still like this story alot. Sometimes you just need some happy stories. I hope you guys enjoy!

[robin-the-enby]

Bliss

Pairing: Grell Sutcliff x f!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff

Summary: Grell's love language are gifts. And since you two haven't spent much time together, she takes you on a shopping date.

A/N: This is set in the era when the anime takes place, so the reader is feminine. I also used she/her pronouns when referring to Grell.

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Who would've thought that being a reaper would require so much paperwork? The last place one would expect bureaucracy was the afterlife. It almost made her regret how she chose to end her previous life. Almost.

Of course she couldn't bring herself to hate it completely. After all, it wasn't that bad. Just boring. Although that is an enormous understatement in her opinion. She just thinks she could be doing something much more interesting with her time than spending hours filling out papers being scolded by her higher-ups (ehm ehm William ehm ehm) afterwards, only to have to fill them out again.

The second reason was you. At the end of the day, when a very physically and mentally tired William told her to get out of his sight with a heavy sigh and she could finally come back to you in the middle of the night, when you were fast asleep and she could see the open book laying on your slowly rising and falling chest and the still lit candle as you tried once again to stay awake so that you could welcome your girlfriend home, it was all worth it. If she hadn't became a reaper, she would have never met you and at this point, such a life was unimaginable for Grell.

Unfortunately for both of you, you couldn't enjoy your nights together very well, because Grell was needed at work earlier than you had the will to wake up.

The first thing your conscious mind registered was the chirping of birds. Next was the sunlight on your eyelids, like an angry mob banging on a witch's door. You felt like you could lay there for the whole day, just listening to those beautiful sounds and feeling the light on your eyelids shift as the day passed.

You felt the space next to you with your hand, the action automatical and always with the same result. As your hand was met only with cold, ruffled sheets, you opened your eyes.

Sighing with disappointment that your momentary bliss was over, you made your way to your wardrobe to get ready for the day ahead of you.

As you sat in front of the mirror, touching up your face just a bit with makeup, you couldn't help but smile as your sight landed on your girlfriend's part of the cosmetic table. It would never be true bliss without her here, you though as the tip of your pointer finger lightly traced Grell's bright red lipstick.

A series of sharp knocks rippled through the air, interrupting the constant chattering of people and tweeting of birds flowing into the room through the open window. A melodic voice you knew all too well called out to you like a siren "Oh daaaaaaaarling!"

You got up from your chair with such force that you nearly knocked it over. But even if you did, you wouldn't have payed it any mind, for your thoughts were focused only on the person standing in the open door to your shared home. You rushed through the rooms, your heart hammering like a humming bird in your chest, your mind barely able to comprehend that this wasn' a dream. But when you caught a glimpse of your girlfriend's bright red hair and her mischievous green eyes, you couldn't help but grin in glee.

Speeding trhough the hallway to close the distance between you two, you threw yourself at her, nearly toppling Grell over with the force of your attack. Her arms immediately snaked around your waist, bringing you closer to her. Pressing a kiss to your temple, she chuckled in your ear "My my, what a greeting. Wouldn't expect anything less from my love." and laughed some more when she heard a muffled "I missed you." coming from where you burried your face in her clothes. With another peck to your head, Grell let go of you, looking you up and down "I see you're already dressed. Marvelous! Well then, we've got places to be, chop chop!" She clapped her hands and turned you around and lead you where your shoes were.

You couldn't help but stare with a shocked expression on your face "Places to be? Waitwaitwait, slow down honey, tell me what's going on!" you tried to reason with her as you tied your shoelaces.

As soon as you straightened up again, Grell was immediately ushering you out the door with a sweet smile on her face. "It's simple darling, William gave me a few days off and since we haven't spent much time together, I decidedvto take you on a date. There's a lot of places I'd like to take you to and the day is oh so short." the redhead explained, purposefully leaving out the details, such as the way dear William let her take a few days off. You didn't need to know the details after all, it was all boring, some shouting and pleading here, some threats and annoying the superior reaper there. Bureaucracy. Boring and unimportant.

What mattered was the present. Arms linked, you two walked along the streets of London, chatting and giggling. Grell was very fond of showing affection wherever she went, to the point where it was almost inapropriate. But nobody really cared, since most people still saw your girlfriend as a man, despite her untraditional looks. It saddened you a little, that others did not see her for who she really was, but you supposed it was for the better.

Grell insisted that this date was albout about you. After leaving you alone for so long, even if not by her choice, she needs to spoil you. You told her you’re not mad at her, on the contrary actually, just to be sure she knows that and doesn’t feel like she has to do this for you. Your loving girlfriend only rewarded you with a beaming smile and assured you that it’s nothing like that and that you don’t need to worry, before resuming in showering you in compliments and praises, as well as gifts.

Yes, Grell really had the day planned out to a T. First, she took you to a dressmaker, the lovely lady seemingly expecting you already, greeting Grell like an old friend. She explained to you that she was a regular here and that you don’t need to worry about anything, because this lovely lady is one of the best seamstresses in the area. And she wasn’t lying. The seamstress discussed every detail of the dress with you, the fabric, shape and adornments. And while she took your measurements, Grell kept gushing and almost purring about how ravishing you’ll look in your new dress, how you chose a perfect colour that brings out your eyes and will surely make your skin glow and that she won’t be able to keep her hands off you, making you blush a nice red colour which she immediately complimented as well and in turn making the seamstress gush about what a cute couple you are.

Then you two stopped at a bakery to pick up some bread, which she let you pay for after some begging, and after that went to a nice, quiet park with a small pond where you two fed and watched different kinds of ducks and a pair of swans. Both of your hearts melted at the sight of small ducklings following their mothers in a line like toddlers in kindergarten on a walk. You pointed out to each other when a duck did something funny or cute, which happened very often.

Seeing those adorable birds eat made your stomach grumble. Grell looked over at your embarassed face and giggled “You should’ve said you were hungry my dear! I could go for some food myself.” she said thoughtfully, tapping a finger on her chin. And before you could say red, she was already tugging you in the direction of a restaurant that she wanted to check out for quite some time now, but was waiting for the right moment, so she could bring you along as well. The food there was nothing short of delicious.

Lastly she asked you directly if you’d like to go somewhere. You thought for a while, trying to come up with a way to reward her for this amazing day, you got a brilliant idea. “Close your eyes.” you instructed the reaper softly “And don’t open them until I tell you to.” Linking your arm through hers, you began to slowly and carefully guide your curious girlfriend to a flowershop you passed one day on your way from the market. You still had some money on you and figured you’d buy her some flowers, which you were sure would make Grell happy.

“Stay here, don’t move a muscle, I’ll be right back.” you said softly “And don’t open your eyes.” you reprimanded her jokingly. Grell for once did as she was told and stood exactly where you left her, rocking on the balls of her feet, until you stood in front of her again. She could tell, because you were wearing a perfume she gave you for Christmas. “Alright, open your eyes.” you told her.

As soon as that sentence came out of your mouth, Grell’s eyes flew open in anticipation. She was met with your face on which a cheeky smile had bloomed and it was clear you were holding something behind your back. You pulled out a bouquet of red spider lillies and blood red poppies with a soft ‘ta-daa’ escaping your lips. Grell switched her gaze from the gift you got her to your face, her eyes twinkling in the afternoon sun. She looked on the verge of tears, moved by the loving gesture. You took one lilly from the tightly tied up bouquet and put it softly in her hair “Looking beautiful as ever my love.” you cooed softly. Grell’s smile got even wider, if that was possible and before you could stop her, she was already pressing kisses and little pecks all over your face, enjoying your happy squeaks. An elderly couple passed the two of you, without either you or your girlfriend noticing, the man scoffing “Young people don’t know anything about manners these days...” While his wife patted him gently on the arm he had linked with hers and smiled “Oh leave them be Richard. We weren’t any different when we were young.”

Your legs were rather tired after the long day and you both agreed to go home. Even though this day was nearly over, you couldn’t wait for the next morning to come, so that you could have your morning bliss.

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I know this isn’t for everyone, but I was in the mood for some sweet sweet fluff

[char-lotta]

Forget me not (Part 2/3)

Pairing: Jake x MC

Words: 2,8 k

Summary: Forgetting is hard, but forgiving is harder.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3

A/N: See the ending (spoilers)

Forget me not, part two

It had been two days since you had figured out her plan of going to Duskwood. You had tried to follow up on her, spying on her friend’s phones, but oh boy, she was smart. There was absolutely nothing suspicious on the message and call logs and they wouldn’t give away her location. You had logged on the traffic camera near Jessy’s, but it showed only her getting out of her apartment and going in, and occasionally Richy with her. Cleo’s door could be seen partly on CCTV of bakery shop near her, and you could confirm yourself that she wasn’t there either. One by one, you ruled out everyone she knew in Duskwood, even that disgusting fuckboy Phil, who seemed to have two girlfriends at the time. You couldn’t resist and sent an image of Phil and the blonde girl to the third wheel via anonymous text and entertain yourself looking the rage-filled texts for a while. MC’s phone was still turned off and hadn’t been on since her departure. She wasn’t on motel’s guest lists, but you had your doubts about using aliases, so you checked on the CCTV on motel’s parking lot. Nothing. Like the earth had swallowed her.

You stared numb on your screen. You had turned every stone to find her and now you had to just admit it, you had no idea where she was and why she had left. That was actually none of your business, you had to remind yourself, but how could you keep her safe in the future if you didn’t know her whereabouts?There was only one option and you knew it. Few clicks later and you received a now familiar message:

Thank you for booking your trip to Duskwood from us!

You decided early on that you would avoid meeting her directly with all costs. You just had to see her in your own eyes that she was alright and figure out some data so you could keep track on her later. You packed lightly, just your laptop and some clothes and left your safehouse with a doubt in your mind. You had this terrible feeling that something bad was about to happen and you didn’t have a clue, what it could be.

The train left on time and you looked out of the window in the darkness. It would be middle of the night when you arrived, and you hoped that the night would cover you for unwanted attention that your arrival could rise. You checked on your phone once again and saw that she was still offline. You scrolled your ridiculous short lists of conversations; MC, Lilly and Hannah and all of them were from months ago. You wondered if you should send a text to Lilly and Hannah but terminated it quickly. This mess didn’t need any more participants that it already had.“The Duskwood Express will arrive on platform 2 – “

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You tossed your backpack on the comfy looking bed and looked around you. This motel room was too familiar from the time you had searched Hannah and it brought some painful memories to you. You remembered all those texts with MC in this room, how it had brightened your mood instantly when you had opened the messaging app and saw MC’s enthusiastic texts about the investigation. She had teased and pushed your buttons many times with those cheeky messages of hers, and you would do anything to get back of those times, where it was almost carefree. She, or anyone else had had no idea, that you had stayed in Duskwood all that time, monitoring closely everything that happened.

You allowed your mind return of that one night, when you met MC first time after Hannah had been found and you had instantly clicked with her, to the point where you completed each other’s sentences at first night so easily, that you thought that you had knew her long time. When she laughed and it had sounded like little birds in the spring, and it reminded you of a small, happy river with easy flow. When she made you laugh with her and it was the easiest thing you had ever done, felt like a different life now and was a fade memory now. You had touched her gently and her skin was so soft that your fingers slide like a good dream on the back of hers. When she kissed you and you forgot everything else in the world and drowned in those lips like a leaf in the open sea. Your sweaty bodies together naked on the bed, exploring all places and surfaces on your bodies. Sound of her moaning and calling your name, over and over again and it was the sweetest thing what your ears had heard. You inside of her.

You couldn’t breathe and opening a window felt the most logical thing to do. Spring breeze welcomed your face and you tried to calm down from the emotional rollercoaster you had spent your last 15 minutes on. You suddenly felt very tired, like you hadn’t slept on months, which were kind of true. Exhaustion overtook you, and you turned off the light, drifting to a world with full of nightmares.When you woke up, it was still dark and you had to think for a while, where the hell you were. Recalls from last night came like a car accident – quickly and violent, and you had to close your eyes again to get rid of the absolute horror what flooded you.

It took few minutes until you calmed down and turned the light on. Still groggy from the sleep, you brushed your teeth and made coffee in the small kitchenette. You had a feeling that you would need a lot of coffee to survive for the day.

You made logical assumptions that she would be with her friends, why else she would had come here? Jessy was her best friend, but she was close to Lilly and Hannah too, so you divided your screen with three tracking programs and one by one, the CCTV near them opened in the screen.

Now you waited them to woke up and start their day.

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The GPS tracker on Lilly’s phone showed her to be heading to downtown. You followed her steps via your monitor and pulled every single camera on that route to see what she was up to. She was alone and clearly in a good mood. Small smile crept up on your lips when you watched her, you were glad that she was doing okay.

She arrived on the local Tesco and after a while, she came out with a bag of groceries. You waited her return to her apartment, but she took a left turn from the road, which was new. Interested, you zoomed in with the camera and saw her going in a building near the town square. You waited for several minutes, but she didn’t come out and then you knew it.

You had found her.

You had your confirmation in hour later when they both came out from the building. They were laughing together, and you could see from afar, that MC was teasing Lilly about something, since she looked joyful and Lilly rather morbid. You recognized her mood quite well. You looked MC like you were enchanted, forget to breath and all you could see was her. She had cut her hair shorter; it was above her shoulders now and all slightly curly, and you actually liked it. She could also shave her whole head, and you would still like it. She was wearing a loose cardigan and jeans and those red shoes, which you had teased her as belonging to Dorothy from Oz. She looked happy and safe.

And that was all that mattered.

You allowed yourself to look at her for a minute and then you turned the screen off. Your work here was done; now you knew where she lived and could see her on street cameras, and you would find her new phone number based on address easily. You packed your things and booked a ticket for evening train, so you could leave Duskwood for good. When all the errands were done and train was leaving in a few hours, you laid on your back on the bed and looked your phone. One thought had invaded your head and you couldn’t get rid of it.

But why had she moved to Duskwood?

You tried to be reasonable, she had friends here. But she had had friends too in the city she previously lived and a decent job, why would she leave those? Her parents were long gone but she had said that her friend had been her family for years now. Her actions didn’t make any sense now, like they often didn’t. Like you had said to her in the early beginning, that she was so mysterious and intriguing, and she was proving your point efficiently here. There must be a reason, why she would leave her previous life behind. You took your phone in your hands and looked it suspiciously. You checked that Lilly was now alone in her home. After a few minutes’ serious consideration, you opened the messages and typed.

Jake: Hello, Lilly.

She answered quickly, like she always did.

Lilly: Oh no, no, no

You weren’t surprised for her answer, since you knew that they probably had talked about you a lot with MC. And she was the one, who didn’t have great things to say about your actions, so you doubted that she anything positive to say about you.

Jake: I need to ask you a favor.

Lilly: No.

Jake: Tell me, why did MC move to Duskwood?

You decided to get straight to the point, since circling the matter wasn’t going to get you anywhere. You saw her typing instantly and then erasing it. You had to wait a quite long time that she composed a whole message, and it wasn’t enjoyable to read.

Lilly: Why on earth do you think you had right to know? Why are you so intrusive about this, since you dumped her? She’s trying to manage that you left her and honestly Jake, I thought you were better.

You read those lines and felt offended, she was being unreasonable. She didn’t even know why you had left MC, but people broke up every day and usually their families were supportive.

Jake: I am sorry to hear that. But she does have friends, and you all have shown me your friendliness towards her many times before. She will overcome this.

Lilly: How do you overcome something that she will never be able to forget?

Jake: She will forget me.

You saw her writing again and composing a message for a long time. You felt frustrated and started to regret approaching Lilly, since this was going nowhere.

Lilly: I can not say anything else to you or tell the reasons why she is here, but you should have listened her when she said she needed to talk. All I am saying that you need to talk to her yourself if you want answers. And trust me, you definitely want to hear them.

Now you were just confused, why Lilly couldn’t tell you what you were asking for? You tried to ask her again, but she just stayed offline and that was probably intentional. You looked the time and noticed your train would leave in half an hour and the next train would leave tomorrow.

You knew that you couldn’t go without an answer and you wouldn’t get them at the safehouse from her. Frustrated, you threw your backpack on the floor and left the motel room.

It was raining so much that you had trouble at seeing in front of you. You arrived her buildings door quicker than you had thought, and half of the trip were forgotten in your mess of thoughts. You had absolutely no plan how to deal with this situation since you didn’t want to be seen but she lived on the second floor. There was light coming from the window, which means she was still awake. You wondered could you climb up to her balcony, when you heard way too familiar noise behind your back.

“If you are thinking about spying me without my consent, think again”, she said coldly. You turned around and saw her standing right in front of you. “Lilly told me that you might pay me a visit”, she continued.

There was nothing coming out of your mouth, not even a simple “hello”. You realized that you had made a terrible mistake and nothing, absolutely nothing, had gone according to your lousy plan. All you could do, was to stare her.

“Yeah, I didn’t think that you would had anything to say either”, she sneered, and you felt a sting in your heart when she talked like that to you. “You’re satisfied when everyone plays by your rules, but tables have turned, my love.”

My love. Not ever those two words had said so bitter tone and never would you thought that you wouldn’t want to hear her say them to you. You stared her plainly and tried to figure a way out of this situation. Talking to her would be a great mistake, and you didn’t know if you two were being watched.

“What makes you think I would like you to play by my rules?” You rudely asked. You hated to talk to her like this, but you couldn’t allow her to get hopes up in vain. This situation was so bizarre and this hostile character of hers felt as stranger to you. The next thing you were going to say, would be just plain evil.

“As I recall, I didn’t want you to be part of my life anymore.”

She looked hurt and tears had filled her eyes. You felt guilt instantly rushing in on you and felt ashamed. Your purpose here wasn’t to hurt her more, but everything you did and said just made things worse.

“I am sorry, MC” you said in a raspy voice. “I will go now, and we will never meet again. I should have not come.” The rain poured harder than ever, and you started to get cold and could see that she was shivering too. Somewhere afar you could hear thunderstorm approaching and you wanted her to get in before she would catch a cold.

“Go home, MC”, you said and felt exhausted again. She looked so fragile when looking at you and all you wanted was to pull her close to you and keep her warm. She only had her cardigan as protecting her from the rain and the wind. You let your eyes wander on her; she was so vivid when you saw her in your own eyes without the screen in between. The new haircut was now wet, and you followed the raindrops on her skin to her neck and cleavage. Her hands were crossed tightly on her front and you remembered those long fingers caressing your back, writing letters while you were guessing what she was trying to type.

Then you saw it; first you thought the lightning had done it tricks to you and you squinted your eyes, trying to see it again. She moved her right hand to tuck hair strand behind her ear and then you just knew that you had fucked up. Fucked up really good this time.

Everything stopped; you couldn’t see the darkness anymore or feel cold, clock didn’t move, and sense of rush flooded in your veins, tingling all your fingers and toes. Adrenalin came like a shockwave and almost knocked you over. You tried to say something, but the words got lost in the way. You opened your mouth, trying to form questions but nothing came out. With quick steps you walked to her and got a tight grip from her cardigan and tried to pull it open.

“What the fuck, Jake” she flinched and tried to take a few steps back while pushing you away, but your hands didn’t ease on her, keeping her on place. “Let go of me!”

In normal situation you would had let go on her instantly when she asked. But now you didn’t care, you had to see it thoroughly in your own eyes. You ripped her cardigans buttons open and there it was. Something heavy sank in your stomach and you felt panic arising inside of you; your sight begun to look a place to escape, and you wanted so badly this to be dream. But no matter how hard you tried to wake up, it was still there, under the ridiculous looking flowery shirt.

A bump.

You looked her bewildered. I swear to you God, if you ever have existed, it is a great time to do some favors. But nothing happened, the rain, the wind and she were still there, just a few inches away from you. You could feel her hot breath in your skin, and it felt like a getting third-degree burn. She saw from your face that you knew and sighted heavily.

“Well, I tried to tell you. I really did.”

And the world went black in your eyes.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed! I'm usually very reserved towards the pregnancies in fanfiction, I don't know why. But this idea came to me and I couldn't get rid of it so here we are. I'm trying to keep Jake and MC on character still, let me know what do you think. :)

[kzuhadovey]

promises must be kept

character: timeskip!hinata x f!reader

type: fluff

warnings: -

song recommendations: mrs.magic - strawberry guy

remember to drink your water and eat your food, i love you!!

At the ripe age of 7 years old, you made a promise.

“At 25 years old, if we’re single, we get married.” “25? That’s a little early.” “That’s old enough. I’m sure that when we’re 25 we’ll look old so no one will like us.” “Okay then.” “Okay. It’s on, Y/N.” “You’re stuck with me for life, Shoyo.”

You smiled at yourself as you find the messily scribbled paper you found deep in your drawer. It was a scrawny drawing of you and Hinata, with the words, “Y/N and Shoyo gets married when we’re 25.” The memories rush back, like a wave of nostalgia, and you sigh. If only things were that easy. You and Shoyo have been friends since the literal day you’ve been born. You guys were a package deal- you have Y/N? You get Shoyo aswell. You both told each other everything, from your first kisses to your other friends’ secrets. You supported Shoyo through his volleyball career, and he supported you throughout yours. He was the best friend you could ask for.

Until that day, you moved to Paris. You’re a writer, and you’ve had over 5 million copies of your latest book, Over The Moon. It was a love story like you usually wrote. And even though your writing career was soaring, your own love life hasn’t been so good. Yes, you were an astonishing writer with beautiful facial features, but you’ve never found the right, exact guy. He was always too pushy, or too confident- it was never the right match for you. So ever since, your love life has been incognito. You’ve mostly focused on writing for now- your book was almost finished. You just needed an ending- which you couldn’t exactly grasp. The two main characters, Tracee and Elliot, were definitely in love, but you didn't really know what to do with them. Writer’s block, as it was called.

After around an hour of staring at the blank page on your laptop, you decide to take a walk outside. It was a very beautiful day- the streets were packed with tourists and small shops were blooming with food and objects. You stared at one of the shops- a sweet, enticing Lilly grasping your attention. “Might as well just buy it.” You thought to yourself as you approached the old lady selling them. “Salut! Combien coûtent ces lis?” You said, taking a bouquet in your hands, sniffing them. “Bonjour mon cher. L'un coûte 4 euros.” The lady said as she started packing one for you. “J'en prends deux, s'il vous plaît. Je vous remercie.“ You said as you paid the lady 8 euros.

”Uhm… Pouvez-vous- a-acheter tr-trois, right? trois fleurs, s'il vo- vous plaît?“ A man beside you said. You chuckle. He was obviously not from here- he had broken french. You squinted as you tried to make sense of his sentence. ”Quoi? Je ne comprends pas!“ The lady said as she rolled her eyes, passing you your flowers. You gulped- the man seemed nervous. His cheeks were red and he was looking down of… embarrassment, maybe? ”Il veut trois de ces fleurs.“ You say, pointing to a bouquet of pink-white orchids. He looks at you with wide eyes- why’d you even want to help him? ”Oh. Ces étrangers, ils parlent à peine français.“ The old lady rolled her eyes as she prepared the bouquet. ”C'est 11 euros pour un bouquet.“ The lady said as she shoved the flowers onto the man’s chest lightly. The man seemed to catch on with the numbers as he hurriedly took out his wallet, paying the lady. ”Passez une bonne journée, ma chère.“ You say as you walk away, sniffing your flowers.

“Mademoiselle! S'il vouz plait- wait.” The man said as he rushed in front of you. He had fiery orange hair, and he had tan-ish skin. “Merci. I- I just came here, yesterday.” He said, scratching his neck awkwardly. You would usually just laugh it off and say your welcome since it wasn’t your first shenanigans with tourists. But this man was special- you recognized him. With the way he spoke, and the way he combed through his hair-

“Hinata?”

His eyes glance over to yours as the gears spin in his brain. “Y-Y/N? Ah- I found you!” He shouts, surprised. Your heart is beating so fast- you could barely recognize him. He’s grown taller over the years- and his hair’s turned more orange. “Hinata… Hello.” You mutter out. Your head can’t process this- the last time you saw him- he was literally tiny. Bruises on his arms and a big, large smile on his face. “I missed you so much!” Hinata says as he jumps to wrap you in his embrace. He smelled like citrus- sour and sweet at the same time. You nuzzle your head in his neck- you finally found your best friend. “Shoyo.” You muttered, tears pricking your eyes. Your stomach’s whirling with nervousness and your brain’s spinning with excitement.

“So… you’re a writer now!” Hinata says as the waiter gives him his coffee. You were both sat in a cafe- you’ve decided to catch up with him. “I- I saw your book in Brazil last year. You’re so famous!” You chuckle-  Hinata looks hella excited. “It’s nothing, Hinata. You’re better than me- how are the others, by the way? I saw your game with the Schweden Adlers.” You cock your head to the side curiously. “Y-yes. I’m in a team with Bokuto and Atsumu now.” Hinata chuckles. He’s turned out from a scrawny middle school amateur to a literal professional player. “What are you doing in Paris?” You sip more of your hot chocolate. “I- I wanted to look for you. I heard you were in Paris.” His cheeks turn red- it was amusing, really. So, he came for you. WAIT- HE WAS LOOKING FOR YOU?? “Me? Why?” You widen your eyes in surprise. “Because- I wanted to see you! It’s the first break I’ve had in a heck long time- might aswell take a vacation too, right?” Hinata lets out a weak chuckle. “Woah- so it’s your first time here?” You ask excitedly. Hinata nods and you smile widely. “Yes!- Let’s go around- you have nothing to do, right?” You ask as you stand up. “W-well- yes- but I don’t want to- take your time up-,” Hinata says, chuckling. “No no no! It’s fine! I’m free today anyway.” You smile as you take him outside. “You’re my best friend, Shoyo. I will always make time for you.”

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You both slump on your sofa tiredly. “I love Paris so much!” Hinata says, jumping up from the sofa. You chuckle- he was always a hyper boy. “The louvre, and then Notre Dame- It’s so pretty!” Hinata says as he sits back down, sighing heavily. You chuckle softly- he was like a very hyper puppy. You both have been exploring Paris all day, talking and taking pictures. You ended the day with dinner and now you were both slumped on your sofa. You yawn and stretch your arms- before laying your head in Hinata’s lap. He was soft and warm- his thighs were very much like pillows. Hinata tenses up- your head’s in his lap. “Do you have anywhere to sleep tonight?” You ask, staring at him. He tries to relax, leaning back more. “I actually- hoped you would help me find a hotel for me.” Hinata chuckles, scratching his neck. “You can sleep in my place. We’re friends, right?” You say as you yawn again. Hinata’s eyes light up and he smiles. “Thank you!” Hinata smiles and he looks around. You’ve got a pretty tiny apartment, with the view of a flower garden. It was already pretty quiet since it was late at night but you could still hear people talking far down the road. You notice Hinata staring at the balcony view and you chuckle. “It’s pretty, right?” You ask as you made your way towards the balcony.

A wave of fresh air hits your face as you step onto the balcony. The night air is peaceful and calm- just how you liked it. “Hey, I have a question, Y/N!” Hinata says as he takes off his jacket and joins you on the balcony. “Yeah?” You ask as you look at him. You take the time to observe him more- his cheeks are a warm tone of peach and freckles dotted his face. He’s tanner than when you last saw him- he’s also gotten buffer and taller. He looks really pretty under the moonlight. “Y/N? Hello?” Hinata snaps you out of your thoughts and you smile awkwardly. “Sorry- I spaced out.” You chuckle. “It’s- okay,” Hinata says, smiling. “I need to tell you something.”

You nod and eye him more- he’s redder now- he seems nervous. “Y/N. I like you.” He mutters under his breath, looking down. Your heart drops to your stomach and you gulp. Did you hear him right?- “W-what?” He shuts his eyes nervously. “Y/N! I like you a lot! Will you marry me?!” He shouts and the minute the words leave his mouth your eyes widen. Marry?! Your head is spinning with confusion and butterflies were swarming your stomach. Your eyes are looking around frantically in an attempt to see if this was a dream. “Y/N. Do- do you like me back?” Hinata squeaks out, snapping you out of your thoughts. You think again- well, kinda. You’ve always laughed more at his jokes than others, you were touchy with him, and well- he was your first kiss. “Hinata…” You manage to mutter out and fear strikes in Shoyo’s eyes.

“Yes, I like you.” You reply slowly.

Shit shit shit- what was he gonna say- “Thank you for telling me. Don’t lie though- I really like you- and I don’t want to get my heartbroken, o-okay?” Hinata mutters out, scratching his neck. You smile a little, looking at the floor. Hinata takes a deep breath before kneeling down on one knee. “Now… will you… marry me? Please?” Your heart stops- what the hell was he doing? “We made- a pact- right? You’d marry me when you’re 25 and still- single.” Hinata mutters out and you finally remember the letter you found earlier. Wasn’t that a joke? “Will you marry me… please?” Hinata takes your hands in his and kisses them- making you blush.

Your head was very busy. Thoughts were running around and your heart was beating really fast. You didn’t know what to say- you wanted to say yes but it was so sudden, but then again you didn’t want to reject him- he just said he didn’t want to get his heart broken. “…Yes. I’ll marry you, I guess.” You say, chuckling. Hinata looks up at you- his eyes are bright and happy. “OH MY GOD- Y/N I LOVE YOU!” Hinata shouts as he takes you in his arms, wrapping you in a large hug. Your bones feel crushed- he definitely turned stronger. You giggle a little bit, nuzzling your head in his neck. “I love you so much! Y/N’s gonna be my wife!” Hinata says as he shouts across the balcony. “I’M GETTING MARRIED GUYS!!!”

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You huff in annoyance before dialing your now husband. “Yes, my wifey?” Hinata says, answering the phone. You chuckle at that silly nickname- he’s been using it ever since you two got married. “Can you pick Emmy up from daycare? They’re closing up early and I have to go to a book signing.” You say as you walk to your car. Ever since you moved to Japan with Hinata, life’s been great. Your newest book has been pretty successful, and you have a daughter with Hinata! “Ah, alright. I’ll pick her up in a sec- practice is almost done.” Hinata says. You can hear Bokuto in the background- he’s screaming and throwing balls around. “HEY SHOYO IS THAT YOUR WIFE?!” Atsumu shouts and you chuckle. “Sorry, wifey- I have to go or else Atsumu will attack you-” Hinata says as he makes a kissing noise. “I love you, bye!” The phone hangs up and you chuckle. This marriage has been a little tough since you both married early- but it’s been alright. Promises had to be kept, after all.

[bonnyskies]

second chances ⇢ pjm

every saturday, the same blonde-haired man comes to your flower shop and purchases the same type of flowers, pink carnations. the symbol of mourning.

pairing — jimin x florist!malereader ft. soulmate!namjoon

genre — fluff, angst, non idol au, strangers to lovers au, soulmates au, unrequited love-ish au

warnings — angst, swearing, mentions of death, some violence and blood, jimin and the reader are both in pain for slightly different reasons, namjoon is a dick, and tiny mentions of sex

requested by — @btslovely

author’s note — thank you for requesting this, i’ve had lots of fun writing this and kind of went overboard, and i hope you enjoy this.

word count — 4.8k

masterlist

“He’s here again.”

The moment you heard those words, you glanced up from your phone and landed on the person your friend was speaking about, your eyes landing on the same blonde-haired man that has been coming to your shop every Saturday for the past year.

He’s attractive was your first thought when you saw him, but all those thoughts instantly vanished when your eyes landed on the metal band around his finger. Of course, he’s married. Someone as good looking as him wouldn’t be single, he probably found his soulmate easily since he caught just about anyone’s eye whenever he would just brush past them. Those admiring thoughts you had of him was then replaced with envy. Judging from his appearance, he looked be around your age and he has already found his soulmate and is married. It wasn’t fair how some people can find their happy ending without difficultly while you were still alone, struggling to find yours.

It wasn’t your fault though. Your soulmate just doesn’t want you. It hurt, knowing that the one person you’re destined to be with doesn’t even want to be with you.

Owning your own flower shop was just another slap to the face, having to watch people come everyday, smiles on their faces as they bought all kinds of flowers for their soulmates. Sometimes you thought about even closing down your shop, not wanting to have to deal with the pain anymore. But whenever you saw him, all those thoughts went away. His smile never failed to make your cheeks blush, his voice soothing your aching heart, and his wide, captivating eyes taking your breath away. He gave you hope, hope that one day you’ll find someone that’ll love you—even if they aren’t your soulmate.

But that all changed one day, five months ago, when he came back and a smile didn’t decorate his face, instead an emotionless frown was there. Dark bags were evident underneath his eyes, and his skin was paler than normal, no longer their cgorgeously tan color. He looked almost dead.

That day he didn’t get a bouquet of red roses like he usually would. Instead, he bought a single pink carnation.

The symbol of mourning.

“Hi, Jimin.” You greeted him, smiling softly. The blonde haired man didn’t say anything back, only flashed you an obvious forced smile. “Here’s your order,” you then slid him the single pink carnation protected in a plastic wrapping. And again, he didn’t say anything, only slid you his credit card which you quickly swiped into the machine and gave it back to him. He then took the single carnation and gave you a nod before leaving.

You sighed, shoulders sinking as you watched your shop’s door close behind him.

The rest of the day went slowly after that. When closing your shop, the bright, clear skies was now cloudy and storming, rain pouring down and thunder rippling across the night sky.

Just as you were about to leave, you nearly felt your heart burst from your chest when seeing Jimin standing outside your shop’s door, completely drenched from head to toe. “Oh my god,” you gasped, rushing towards the door and unlocking it and pulling him inside. “Jimin, what are you doing—”

“I need another carnation!” He suddenly cried out, eyes-wide, and that’s when you noticed that his face wasn’t stained with rain water, but with tears. “I need—”

“Okay, hold on.” You interrupted him, ushering towards a chair to sit down. “You’re soaking wet, let me go and get a towel for you.”

After going to the storage room and coming back with a single white towel, you draped the clean material over Jimin’s shoulder, noticing the way his body tenses when your fingers accidentally brush over his arm. “There,” you flashed him a small smile as you sat down beside him. “Now, what happened?”

“I lost the carnation,” he answered bluntly, a frown expressed on his lips. “I need a new one.”

“Oh, how did you lose it?” You questioned, a curious glint in your eyes as you shifted in your seat so that you were facing him completely.

Jimin’s mouth opened but no words came out, only soft, uneasy breaths. “I-I just lost it. Can you give me another one? I’ll pay you any price that you want, please?”

This time, it was your turn to frown. “I’m sorry,” your lips dropped sympathetically at him. “That was my last pink carnation. I don’t get another shipment of flowers until tomorrow. Can you wait until then—”

Jimin was already shaking his head vigorously, tearing the damp towel away from his shoulders and standing up from his seat. “No,” he answered, voice cracked. “I-I can’t wait until then. I have to do this tonight!” He exclaimed, chest heaving up and down as his voice began to raise.

You sighed, running your hand frustratingly through your hair. “Well, since I’m out of pink carnations, I’m sure we can find something else you’ll like in the back.” And without any warning, you instinctively reached over and grabbed Jimin’s hand, and forced him to follow you to your shop’s storage room. You were completely unaware of the his wide eyes staring at your guys’ conjoined hands, or the hints of blush on his pale cheeks.

“How about gypsophilas?” You asked the moment you both stepped inside the storage room, the only light source being a barely lit lightbulb. “They symbolize sweetness, or everlasting love,” you informed while reaching inside one of the cabinets and pulling out a single light green-colored flower. “Or how about lillies?” You then took out a pink-colored flower with small specks of white on it. “They can symbolize purity, unity, greatness—perfect for soulmates.”

“I-I don’t know,” Jimin answered stutteringly after observing the two different flowers for a short amount of time. “What do you think?”

You simply shrugged, “I’m not sure. These are for your soulmate, remember? Not mine.” You attempted to tease, but still couldn’t help but feel your heart ache from your words. Here you were, standing in your shop’s dimly lit storage room at eleven at night with this handsome stranger that you’ve been pining after for more than a year, helping him decided which flowers to get for his soulmate while you were still alone, soulmate-less. “Just choose the one that best describes them.”

“Right, okay.” Jimin agreed, and for the first time in five months you’ve seen him actually smile. To be fair, it was small—almost unnoticeable but still, you were able to see it. “I’ll take the gypsophilas. Everlasting love, right?” You nodded. “Perfect.”

Before Jimin could even take out his wallet, you were already stopping him, hands grasping onto his wrist. “No, you don’t have to pay. It’s on the house.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded, smiiing softly. “Yeah, trust me. It’s okay. I’m not going to go out of business for giving one flower away for free.” Even though he didn’t smile, his eyes were enough to show you that he was grateful. There goes your heart again, beating roughly and sending electric sparks throughout your entire body.

“Thank you,” came out of Jimin’s mouth softly.

“But you have to do something for me, then.” Jimin’s eyes then softened, brows raised questioningly. “You have to stay here until the storm calms down.” You ordered him, “The road is barely visible with how hard it’s raining and I don’t want you driving out there.”

Jimin opened his mouth to argue, but when seeing the obvious concern in your eyes, his heart clenched inside his chest. He hasn’t had someone care about him in a long time. “Okay.”

You smiled, bowing your head appreciatingly before leaving the storage room with Jimin following closely behind, returning back to your seats beside the shop’s entrance. As you both patiently waited for the storm to ease up, neither of you spoke a word to the other, silently watching the rain pour from the dark, cloudy skies. It wasn’t an awkward silence, more calming, comfortable.

When morning came, you found yourself in your shop’s storage room again, laying on the old couch you kept inside meant for breaks and a slightly dirty blanket draped over you. You don’t remember falling asleeping last night, and how did you get here? The last thing you remember was sitting by the shop’s entrance with Jimin—you froze. Did Jimin carry you in here? And was he the one that gave you this blanket?

You didn’t have time to comprehend your situation because next thing your eyes landed on was a note taped beside you on the couch’s armrest.

“Thank you for the flower again. - Jimin.”

You didn’t see Jimin again until next Saturday, and this time he wasn’t alone. A man, probably only two inches taller than him with charcoal colored hair was beside him as they both entered your shop.

“Hey, Jimin!” You greeted loudly, heart fluttering when seeing the blonde-haired man give you a small grin in return. “Who’s your friend?”

“Seokjin,” his friend politely answered for him, smiling and holding his hand out. “And who may you be?”

“{Name}.” You replied, shaking his hand.

Seokjin’s eyes then widened, shifting his gaze towards Jimin for a brief moment before returning back to you. “Oh, so you’re {Name}? Jimin has told me a lot about you, but he never told me how cute you are—”

“Alright,” Jimin interjected, stepping forward, eyes glaring at his friend then softening when turning towards you. “I’m here for my pink carnation. You have more, right?” He asked, pulling out his credit card.

“Yes, I do.” You nodded, bending down and taking out a neatly wrapped carnation from underneath the cash register and placing it onto the counter. “I’ve already got it prepared for you.”

“Thank you,” Jimin smiled softly, grabbing the carnation and watching you swipe his card into the system before taking it back.

“It’s no problem, and thank you.” You responded, earning a confused stare from him. “For carrying me into the back room last Saturday, and for the blanket—”

“Oh, yeah.” Jimin’s eyes widened, remembering. “I-It’s nothing,” he shrugged his shoulders, voice slightly stuttery and cheeks flushed.

You felt yourself smile at the sound of his uneasy voice. He almost sounded flustered. “Well,” you clasped your hands together. “That’s everything, I guess. I’ll see you next Saturday—”

The sound of your shop’s door suddenly opening cut you off, the bronze bell hanging above the frame ringing loudly. “Hello, welcome—” you paused when seeing who was entering your shop. It was a happy couple, the man being none other than Kim Namjoon, your soulmate. And beside him, fingers laced together with his was his girlfriend of two years, Jeon Ara. Or in your mind, the person he chose over his own soulmate.

Almost as if she was sensing your discomfort, your friend, Eunae placed her hand onto your shoulder and whispered, “Go rest inside the back room, I’ll handle this.” You only nodded, briefly glancing towards Jimin before retreating inside storage room.

The sad expression on your face wasn’t hard to notice by Jimin, worry flowing through his veins as he watched you leave from his sight. He wanted to ask what’s wrong, but you were already out of his sight. Once you were gone, Jimin’s eyes shifted to where your heartbroken stare was focused on, raising a brow curiously when his gaze landed on purple-haired man.

“Namjoon,” Jimin could hear the venom in your friend’s voice as she glared at the other man. “Why the fuck are you here?”

“What do you think?” He rolled his eyes, jaw clenching. “I’m here to get my beautiful girlfriend some flowers.” The girl beside him then giggled loudly, the sound of her squeaky laughter making Jimin and Seokjin cringe along with Eunae.

“Out of all the flower shops in Seoul, you had to come to this one? {Name}’s shop!” Eunae spat, crossing her arms over her chest.

Jimin could only watch the exchange between the two people happen, eyes shifting from Eunae and this so-called, Namjoon repeatedly as they argued with each other. Jimin knew this wasn’t any of his business, but when seeing your heartbroken face, that...bothered him. Everytime he was around you, you were always so happy, uplifting, spirited, and that concerned him when just the sight of him turned you into a completely different person.

This Namjoon guy hurt you, badly. And Jimin didn’t know if he was just an old friend, or an ex-boyfriend, or anything of that sort. He doesn’t why he wants to know, he just does. As his eyes scanned the taller man’s body, his questions were then answered when they landed on his left wrist, which is where the name of your soulmate is usually tattooed on.

Your name was on his wrist. Namjoon was your soulmate?

“Well, this place has the largest selection.” Namjoon’s voice broke Jimin out of his thoughts, bringing himself back to reality. “And my girl deserves the absolute best.”

“Wow.” Eunae scoffed, tilting her head back as she released a sarcastic laugh. “You already made it very clear to {Name} that you rejected him as your soulmate, and yet you decide to keep hurting him by coming here—”

“Listen,” Namjoon cut her off, voice laced with annoyance. “I’m a paying customer, so how about you quit being a bitch and let me do some shopping, okay? Okay.”

That made Jimin step forward and place his hand in front of Namjoon, stopping him. “Hey, man. You shouldn’t talk to someone like that, especially a girl—”

“Who the hell are you?” Namjoon snapped, eyed glaring at him.

“Jimin.” Jimin simply answered, lowering his hand back down to his side. “You should apologize to her. It’s not right for you to—”

“Wait,” Namjoon once again, interrupted him. “I’ve seen you before.” That caused Jimin to raise his brow confusingly. “Yeah, you’re Park Jimin! You were on the news like five months ago, something about being in a car accident.” Jimin could feel his heart stopping in his chest. “How are you doing man? I’ve heard about your loss, I’m sorry about Tae...”

Namjoon’s voice became faint as the only sound Jimin could hear was his heartbeat echoing loudly in his ears. He didn’t what became of him, but next thing he knew his fist was colliding into Namjoon’s jaw.

Jimin vision was completely consumed by red as his fists repeatedly crashed down onto the taller man’s face. He didn’t realize how long he was beating him until he felt someone’s hands on his shoulders and pulling him back, completely unaware who that person was.

“Jimin, stop!” It was you.

When regaining his vision, Jimin could finally see the damage he caused. Namjoon’s face was utterly fucked. An evident bruise was already forming around his right eye and blood was spewing from his nose.

“Dude, what the fuck?!” Namjoon spat, wiping the blood that stained his lips as he weakly stood back up onto his feet. “You’re fucking insane, you hear me!”

Jimin was a split second away from charging back at him, but when feeling your small hand against his heaving chest and seeing your tear-stained eyes staring up at him, his entire demeanor instantly softened. Before he had the chance to say anything, you were already pulling him away and into the back room, leaving Eunae and Seokjin with Namjoon and his girlfriend.

“What the fuck, Jimin?” You instantly shouted once you closed the door behind you, reaching for the first aid kit that hung on the wall.

“I-I’m sorry.” Jimin mumbles out, head hanging low in embarrassment as he sat down on the same couch he laid you on last week. “I don’t know what came over me.”

You sighed, opening the first aid kit and taking out some disinfectant and bandages.

When taking his injured hand into yours and observing his blood-stained knuckles, you couldn’t help but notice the name on his wrist. His soulmate’s name.

Taehyung, it read.

But this one was different. The name wasn’t bold and define like everyone else’s, but instead was faint, almost vanishing. Tearing your eyes away from his wrist, you glanced up at Jimin to see him already staring down at you. Judging from his soft, emotional eyes, you knew that he knew you noticed it too.

Neither of you spoke a word about it.

Bandaging his hand didn’t take long. And once your were finished, Jimin left with Seokjin without saying a single word, leaving you speechless and alone with your thoughts.

“Well, {Name}’s cute,” was the first thing that came out of Seokjin’s mouth the moment he and Jimin exited your shop, walking down the sidewalk. “Why don’t you ask him out?”

Jimin stopped, eyes wide with disbelief. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah.” Seokjin nodded, lips frowning sympathetically. “Come on, man. It’s been almost half a year. He wouldn’t want you like this, he would want you to move on.”

“It’s not that easy, Jin.” Jimin sighed, already feeling tears swelling up in his eyes. Yes, it’s been half a year—precisely five months, two weeks and three days, since he’s been with anyone but how could you move on from your soulmate? Someone that you were destined to be with forever.

“Is it?” Seokjin pestered, “For the past few months you’ve been gushing to me about how nice, funny and smart he is. How seeing him is the only thing you look forward to every week.” Seokjin continued to list, using his fingers to count each one.

Jimin lowered his head, lips trembling. “I-I can’t, Jin.” The thought of starting over again, getting close to someone, and loving them, terrified him. He didn’t—doesn’t want to get hurt again, ever again. “I just can’t.”

Seokjin frowned, sighing. “I’m just saying, man. You deserve to be happy again.”

You couldn’t believe you were here.

Sitting alone in some restaurant, a half-filled glass of white wine in one hand as you stared at your untouched plate of caesar salad. You shouldn’t have listened to Eunae. You shouldn’t have let her set you up on a blind date with one her friends. Her exact words being, “you haven’t been with anyone for years now, sexually or romantically, and you need some dick for your lonely ass!”

And she was right. You haven’t been in any sort of relationship with someone for three years, let alone been touched by anyone for that long. Your body was aching for attention.

But of course, you weren’t so lucky. This so-called blind date was a no show. So here you were, surrounded by many couples enjoying each other’s company while you sat alone, embarrassingly.

This night couldn’t get any worse.

After paying for your untouched meal, you practically marched out of the restaurant. You just wanted to go home and sleep, and forget this day never happened.

As you walked down the narrow sidewalk, your steps slowed down when your eyes happened to land on a familiar set of blonde-hair. Even though you couldn’t see his face, he looked familiar. “Jimin?”

The man stopped, and when turning around your eyes widened. It was Jimin, and he looked incredibly handsome. He was wearing a simple grey t-shirt with a black leather jacket over it, and a pair of black ripped jeans that made his muscular thighs look more define—you had to stop. “Jimin, what are you doing out so late?”

“I was out with friends,” he simply answered, shoving his hands into his pant’s pockets. “We were drinking together at some bar down the street, catching up and now I’m heading home.” He then continued to walk, pausing briefly to see if you were going to follow—which you did, quickening your footsteps so that you were now beside him. “How about you? Why are you out this late?”

“I had a date—well, suppose to have one,” you quickly corrected, shrugging. “Eunae set me up with one of her friends, but they didn’t show.” With your head down and staring at the concrete ground, you missed the way Jimin’s shoulders tensed at the word ‘date’ coming out of your mouth.

“I-I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s nothing,” you dismissed, shaking your head. “I really didn’t even want to go out on this date in the first place, but Eunae thought it would be a good idea since I haven’t been on one for years.”

Jimin raised a brow, “It’s been that long?”

You nodded,” Yeah, haven’t been on a date since my junior year of college—sad, right?” Your voice sounded teasingly but the small frown your lips gave your true feelings away. “It’s not like any of my future relationship will end happily anyway.”

That gained Jimin’s attention, causing him to shift his gaze away from the sidewalk and towards you. “Why would you say that?”

“Because it’s plainly obvious that any relationship I’ll have won’t end well,” You started, sighing. “Everyone has a soulmate, Jimin. And when they leave to be with them, I’ll be the one left alone, heartbroken.” You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt a single tear escape from your eyes and slide down your cheeks. “It’s hopeless to date.”

Jimin agreed, no doubt. Being with someone who isn’t the person you’re destined to be with is...pointless. “Yeah, that’s true. What’s the point in dating anyone other than your soulmate?” He asked rhetorically.

Again, you found yourself glancing at his wrist, staring at the faint, almost unrecognizable letters that spelled Taehyung. And again, you chose not to say anything about it.

Silence consumed the both of you, neither knowing what to say to the other. With it being near eleven, you two were the only ones on the street, everyone mostly like already at home and in a deep sleep. Even though the only sound that could be heard were your footsteps, you swore you could hear the sound of your heart against your chest. This is the longest time you’ve spent with Jimin, your previous encounters being only minutes long—excluding the night you spent at your shop, and you were nervous.

Jimin’s everything you dreamt your soulmate being. Smart, funny, handsome, intelligent. But instead you were cursed with having one like Kim Namjoon, the man who chose his girlfriend over his own soulmate. The one who verbally abused you in front of your friends, saying—screaming how he’ll never be with another man, commenting on how disgusting the thought was. You remember that night distinctly. You remember how you spent many nights crying, blaming, asking the gods why you were cursed with such a terrible soulmate. Why everyone all around you was gifted with love and affection while you were forced to be alone.

Noticing your silence, Jimin asked, “Hey, are you okay?”

Breaking you away from your thoughts, you answered with a simple nod, lips formed into a straight line. “Jimin,” you suddenly spoke up, “If you had the chance to fall in love again, to be happy with someone, would you take it?”

The question made Jimin’s heart stop and eyes widen. He was speechless.

You hated yourself for asking him that, but you had to know. You’re alone, the both of you are. And you’re tired of that. You liked Jimin, maybe even loved him—and a part of you knew he felt something for you too, but you have to know for sure whether or not he reciprocated those feelings. Because if not, you didn’t want to waste your time chasing something that you’ll never get in return. You had enough of unrequited love. And when seeing his wide-eyed expression, you could hear your heart quickening.

“I-I don’t know.” And that was enough to break your heart until thousands of pieces.

“Okay,” was the only you could say, voice wavering as tears were building up in your eyes. You then continued to walk in silence, eyes trained on the sidewalk in front of you, ignoring the wandering gaze Jimin would send your way.

When arriving at your apartment complex, Jimin was still with you and neither of you couldn’t even look at each other in the eyes at this point. You knew after the conversation you two had nothing would be the same anymore. The complicated friendship—if you can even call it that, will be different. “Well,” you were the first to speak, voice low and gaze focused on the ground instead of the handsome blonde man in front of you. “Goodnight.”

Jimin’s heart clenched inside his chest as he saw you flash probably the most fakest smile you’ve ever made. He knew that because he’s seen your real smiles before and this was not it. This smile was a disguise to hide the pain you were feeling. The pain he caused.

Jimin wanted to reach out for you, stop you before you entered your apartment complex, but he didn’t—couldn’t. His feet was frozen to the ground, unable to move. He could only watch as you entered the building and close the door behind you, separating you from him, both physically and mentally.

Just as he was about leave, he found himself staring back at the building’s door. Seokjin’s words began to echo his head, “You deserve to be happy again.”

You make him happy. Seeing you was—is the highlight of every week. Seeing your heartwarming smile, hearing your soothing voice never failed to make his heart skip a beat and eyes shine with adoration whenever they laid on you. You’re one of the few things left in this world that he still looks forward to.

“Fuck,” Jimin groaned, tilting his head back as tears began to prick his eyes. Again, Seokjin’s words echoed his mind.

“You deserve to be happy.” He deserves to be happy—he wants to be happy.

Next thing Jimin knew, he was pushing through your building’s entrance and rushing to the elevator where you stood patiently.

You turned around at the sound of the building’s door opening abruptly, raising a brow confusingly when seeing Jimin approaching you at a fast pace. “Jimin, what are you—”

“I like you!”

Your eyes widened at his sudden confession, lips parted and heart stammering inside your chest. You were speechless.

“I like you, {Name}—a lot.” Jimin stopped when he was in front of you, inches away, eyes shimmering with tears. “And that terrifies me, because the last person I felt this strongly for was my soulmate and he’s...,” Jimin suddenly choked up, voice cracking. “And I’m scared that one day, you’ll end up deciding that you don’t love me anymore since I’m not your soulmate, and I can’t deal with the thought of losing another person I lo—care about,” he quickly corrected himself, lowering his head and swallowing the anxious lump forming in the back of his throat. Jimin was now crying, tears falling from his eyes and sliding down his pale cheeks.

The sight broke your heart.

“Jimin,” you gently cupped his face into your palm, forcing his tear-stained eyes to meet yours. “I like you too.”

Jimin’s breath hitched, his glistening eyes slightly widening.

Without saying anything, you leaned forward and pressed your lips softly onto his. You expected him to pull away, but he began to kiss back instead, his hands situated on your waist as he moved his lips gently against yours.

You never thought this day would ever come. Kissing Park Jimin, the man you’ve been chasing after for months was kissing you. When pulling away, you could feel his fingers digging into your waist, eyes still slightly closed. “Are you sure?”

Jimin nodded without hesitation, “I’ve never been more sure than I am right now.”

And with that, your lips were back onto his.

Next morning, Jimin was the first to wake up, the blinding sunlight shining through the bedroom’s—your bedroom’s thin curtains being the reason. He slept over last night.

As Jimin slowly regained his vision, his eyes traveled down to his bare chest where your head was currently resting, soft breaths leaving your lips. He couldn’t help but watch you sleep, his heart fluttering inside his chest as he began to reminiscence what happened the previous night.

The way you two stumbled into your apartment, lips moving together in sync as you eagerly stripped each other’s clothes off. The way you felt underneath him, moaning and whimpering as your fingers dug into the flesh of his skin. The way you two whispered sweet words to the other while sharing passionate kisses inbetween. And the most important one, the way you felt in his arms as you slept in each other’s embrace.

Jimin hasn’t felt his way in a long time. You made the once dark, cruel world that he thought it was light again.

As he silently watched you sleep, his attention suddenly shifted when his eyes caught something...interesting on his wrist. Below the faded, nearly gone letters that spelt Taehyung’s name was a brand new name. This name was tattooed on his wrist in bold, define letters, like the ones that normal people had of their soulmate.

It was your name.

Jimin couldn’t stop the small smile from forming on his lips, eyes briefly glancing down at your sleeping figure before returning back to your name on his wrist. The new, pristine letters that decorated his pale skin making his heart skip a beat.

You’re his second chance, and he’s not going to waste it.

[thedevildomdaily]

Demonic Possessions Ch5: Diners Demons & Disasters

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Warnings: Language...for now.

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When they arrived at Hell’s kitchen, folks cleared out of the Avatar of Gluttony’s way. Lena barely caught on to the many eyes drawn their way. She was famished and excited for her first dining-out experience in the Devildom.

“Your usual table is read-” Beel whizzed past the waiter, “-y.”

“Uhm, thank you…” Lena awkwardly nodded and quickly followed after the giant. She was afraid of not getting to eat anything on the account that he would clean them out of everything. That’s what Leviathan and Satan had warned them about earlier when they were shopping for room decor.

Speaking of the dev….you know, Satan and Mammon entered the place, causing the rest of the customers to flinch and stare with panic at their state. The blonde had caught a hold of his older brother’s jacket collar and was leading him, in his disheveled glory, to the waiter. There were many words exchanged. And soon, the owner of the establishment arrived with the check they were both after.

The rest of the group had managed to meet up with the more excited ones, filing in quietly, like normal customers. “There you are…” Simeon said, being the first to spot Lena and Beel. She was peeking over at his menu, asking questions about the ingredients.

“Was it really necessary to make a mad dash like that Lena? You’re making us look bad…” Zak looked embarrassed.

Lilly chuckled as she took her usual seat across from Lena. “If you’re worried about images that way, you picked the wrong crowd to hang with.”

“She’s right! These demon brothers are always causing scenes. Usually it’s over being selfish!” Luke added. The little pup took a liking to Zak after some demon started teasing him in the hallway, on the way to their next class. Simeon was busy talking with Solomon and Satan about their homework, so Zak was the only one around to aid him.

When everyone was seated, drinks were served. The group's banter filled the establishment and it felt like a cozy pub in an RPG, as Lena described to Leviathan sitting to her right. The group ordered so much, the owner had to start turning away other patrons.Then walked in the trio. You know, only the most intimidating demons in all of the Devildom.

“Wow! Fancy meeting all of you here!” Lord Diavolo boasted.

Lucifer gave a long sigh and glared at him with the response, “You knew they were all going to be here didn’t you? That’s why you were so insistent on it.”

Both Diavolo and Barbatos deflected Lucifer’s words and began to take a seat at the adjacent table from the large group. Grumpy joined them and the waiter rushed promptly to get their orders. The poor young demon looked so nervous, and who could blame him?

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The saying “Time flies by when you’re having fun” was no joke. This band of misfits: demons, humans, angels, and nephilim were having a blast! There were many jokes at one another’s expense, slight bickering, questions about each others’ worlds. It was the exact thing that the exchange program was about. Then came the food.

One waiter brought an actual pyramid of burgers to Beelzebub; his personal platter. Another waiter was in charge of drink refills. It was quite a mess with everyone together; Save for Luke, Lilly, and Lena the rest were freaking giants. It was hard getting food passed around to the 14 people and 1 Beel.

The previously mentioned nervous waiter was now carrying a serving tray towards the Big Three’s table. Just as he made it in front of him, Mammon quickly scooted back without looking as he yelled at Satan about his check again.

The back of the chair smacked right into the poor, unfortunate waiter. It caused him to lose balance and the tray to teeter out of his hands. It was a scene shot in slow-mo like many movies: The plates left the tray, Lucifer’s eyes were so wide, and Diavolo was caught totally off guard.

Before the food could splatter all over the prince, Lena rushed to catch everything. Her secret ability was revealed in an instant: She was fast like a comic hero. But unlike them, she wasn’t the most agile. She did manage to get the tray and get the plates back on, but she stumbled backwards, slipping on Mammon’s dropped napkin.

Her eyes were squinted shut as she braced for impact. It felt...odd. She definitely landed, but there was no hard, cold floor. No broken glass sounds. In fact she knew she still had the tray of food in her head.

When she opened her eyes, Lena saw Diavolo towering over her at an odd angle. The whole place was silent enough to hear a pin needle drop. What the fu…

“Are you okay Lena?” The prince asked.

“I don’t know if I’m being honest with you…” she looked around to see her whole table just gawking at her dumbfoundedly.

Next she took in Lucifer’s bewildered expression, followed by Barbatos. Though, he of course remained the most neutral. What’s the deal?

Then it hit her. Diavolo’s angle. He was over her. No, he was embracing her! The giant of a man had caught her just as quickly as she had caught the food from falling on him. Their current position was probably the reason why everyone was quiet. Well that, and the fact everything happened in a nanosecond.

No, Lena and Diavolo looked like they had just danced one wild tango number and ended on a dramatic dip. It was hot. Or would have been without the fucking tray of burgers and fries. Sorry, DEMON burgers and fries. For someone as stark white as she was, Lena turned red like a lobster. Diavolo even had a tiny blush that only she could see from her proximity.

“MAAAMMMOOOOOOOONNN!!!” Lucifer closed the silence with his deep, booming voice. Everyone either laughed, took pictures, or hid their faces in embarrassment as the eldest brothers made a wild game of “TAG! You’re Fucking Dead!!!”

It was a good thing too. Well, not for Mammon of course. In that moment, Barbatos assisted Lena, by taking the tray. Diavolo raised her carefully to stand back onto her feet.

“Thank you, for saving dinner and my uniform.” Diavolo chuckled.

Lena gave a sheepish smile, “And thank you for saving my uniform, and the bill for the table I would have broken.”

The rest of dinner went off without a hitch. They laughed at the pictures they managed to capture. Lilly questioned Lena about what happened and she explained to everyone that nephilim are extremely fast. They also each had an ability unique to themselves. Though she and her brothers teased the rest of the group by not telling them what those abilities were.

“Well, it looks like both Lucifer and Mammon aren’t coming back,” Azri said, taking Lucifer’s seat. He was tired of having a sleeping Belphegor trying to use his shoulder as a pillow to drool on. “I’ll box his up for one of them to take back.”

“That’s generous of you.” Barbatos replied, giving a small hint of a smile.

Azri chuckled, “It is, especially after hearing that he put my darling sister in a filthy attic with no amenities…” That didn’t go past big brother Azri. “If I may, can I skip class tomorrow in order to fix things up for her?”

Barbatos and Diavolo exchanged looks before glancing over at Lena, who had moved seats to take funny pictures with and of the sleeping Belphegor.

“I know you’re wondering why I don’t just let her do it.” Azri continued, “Something happened with her not long before she finally agreed to come here. Obviously we’re a year late to the program. I don’t want to dish out her personal stuff, but I want to do something nice for her.” He finished packing Lucifer’s dinner and added, “I also can’t stand the thought of her sleeping in a room filled with cobwebs! And I know she will do a half-ass job at cleaning it herself!”

That made Diavolo chuckle and he compared the eldest nephilim to Barbatos.

“I am not that bad, Lord Diavolo. It’s my job to ensure you're catered to and well taken care of. A prince can’t live in dirty quarters…” Barbatos responded. Although he held a smile, Azriel could see the fury in his eyes. It made him chuckle.

*****

“Le, stop that! You’ll get in trouble….again!” Zak scolded, though unable to keep from laughing. Lena was holding her phone so it looked like she was petting Belphegor’s head like a puppy while he slept.

“He looks so cute though!!!” she stuck her tongue out at her brother.

Luke sighed, “It seems that you’re as bad as Asmo…”

“I wonder…” Asmo replied teasingly, before winking and giving Lena a kissy face from across the table. She chuckled and playfully returned the kiss.

“What does that even mean?” Luke asked innocently. It caught Zak off guard. He wasn’t used to being around innocent kiddos like him. Simeon intervened, however, much to the nephilim’s relief. He wasn’t sure why the kid followed him around so much.

*****

When the group was finished with their meal, Diavolo picked up the check. He and Barbatos headed out first because they had a busy schedule ahead of them the next day. “Good night everyone!” he chuckled and waved.Several of them returned the wave and thanked him. Lena couldn’t help but blush a little when their eyes met briefly.

“Mmmh-hmmm, I saw that.” Lilly whispered, giving a mischievous grin at the nephilim.

Lena shot the human a look, “What are you even talking about?”

“Oh I saw it too Lilly. I feel a little jealous now.” Asmodeus joined in. He puffed out his bottom lip, fake pouting at Lena.

“Oh fuck off. The both of you…” she grumbled, still blushing.

The group eventually had to split off into those who would go to Purgatory Hall and those that resided in The House of Lamentation. Before they did, Zak hugged Lena and told her good night. Azriel did the same, but revealed something that annoyed her.

~

“Lilly, let me crash on your sofa tonight please.” She gritted as they entered the house.

Asmo pouted, “But why Darling? I thought you liked snuggling with me…”

Lena sighed and nodded, “I actually do, Asmo. It’s just that I don’t want your pretty room to be engulfed in flames in the morning…”

The group stared at the nephilim with shock and worry. Well, Belphegor didn’t because he was passed-out and being carried off to bed by a sulking Beel, who wasn’t full.

“Azri got permission to skip school tomorrow in order to remodel my bedroom.” Lena sighed, “It is absolutely sweet of him, but anything design-related...well you saw him shopping today. He goes fucking nuts. I bet he will rush in before sunrise to start.”

Lilly scratched her head. “And what about the flames?”

“Well, we’ve not known each other long enough for him to feel it appropriate that I share a bed with someone in this house...even though it’s clearly none of his fucking business. I’m a grown ass woman.”

“Yeah you are!” Lilly chimed.

“If it’s none of his business, then why the concern?” It was Satan who asked this time.

“He’s already going to be in his weird-ass mood, so the shock and insinuation would cause him to snap. It’s happened more times than I can count.” Lena sulked and shook her head.

“OOOH! So then maybe Azriel’s unique ability is pyrokinetics then?” Leviathan asked with excitement, “Like El Lumino from the Revengers comic! He gets mad and accidentally burns things like Mrs. Magnificent hover jet in The New Revengers Vol 13, issue 42: El Lumino’s Ultra Bad Day!”

Lena hesitated, but eventually nodded. “Yeah. That’s like him alright. Now, don’t get me wrong. He is progressive. He’s a chill brother, who is the most responsible one of us. It’s just when “Crazy Azri” comes out, he is too unpredictable to take any chances. If ‘overprotective brother mode’ is activated, all bets are off.” It was really embarrassing.

“He did look pretty intense back at Majolish.” Lilly nodded, remembering his trance. “But then again, I recall someone else acting like a total zombie…” She and the brothers laughed at Lena.

“Ha ha. Very funny...oh wait! The clothes!!!!” Lena zoomed up the stairs. To the others, she simply blinked out of existence.

“She’s...gone?” Satan pondered.

“Don’t underestimate the power of fashion, Satan.” Asmo chuckled, “She’s probably swimming through all of those bags in her room…”

The brothers decided to all split up for the night, returning to their own rooms. Each one of them had a small bag from Majolish hanging on their door knobs; a gift from Lena for “putting up with her during the exchange program”. They each had a tie that matched their aesthetic. Of course Satan’s was a bow tie and Asmo had a pretty Lolita-style cravat.

Lilly took both Lucifer’s and Mammon’s dinners to their rooms. Neither one had made it back, which meant it might be a couple of days before they’d get to see Mammon again. Ouch!

When she went to her room, she found Lena sitting on her couch in her pajamas with a new pillow and Hell-o Kitty blanket she’d bought on that landmark shopping trip. She had a slightly revealing tank with a skull made out of flowers and booty shorts on. Lilly bit her lip and marched straight to her bed. Why?! She asked herself. Well, they were in hell and this had to be her personal torture lingering around her room in sexy nightwear. Well anything would look sexy on Lena.

((Heatha here with smexy news. Next week’s chapter will have our first bit-o-smut ☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜)))

[mysticpetals]

Roses and thorns

Pairing: Jake × player (Nora)

Genre: fluff, angst

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: Nora loves making Jake flustered but he isn't exactly complaining when he gets to see that smile on her face.

A/N: y'all....I finally finished it. Fair warning this diverges a little from canon but the Hannah disappearance and investigation arc is still there. The player doesn't know Jake is the hacker's name. I took some writer's liberty with Jake's character since we don't know much about him (except I'll die for him), so I hope that's okay! And lastly, I'm sorry for that ending butttt I'm not that cruel usually. It's just this once. Maybe. All the characters belong to everybyte, I have no claim over them.

Nora breathed deeply as she saw the 'Welcome to Duskwood' sign. She couldn't believe that she was really going through with it.

On the way to her aunt's house, she stopped at a flower shop. It had been a long time since she had seen her aunt and from what she could remember, she was a sweet lady who loved receiving flowers. Her dad told her to get lilies because according to him, it reminded her of her past girlfriend who had died due a chronic disease. After her, her aunt had never been interested in dating and instead, chose to live in Duskwood by herself, running her sweet shop.

Nora stepped out of the car and couldn't avoid the shiver due to the much colder weather. She should have brought some warmer clothes, she mused. The city was much warmer than here, maybe due to industries or the ever increasing cars but she had to admit that Duskwood had its own charm.

The gentle breeze that caressed her face made her feel more alive than she had felt in a long time. Maybe staying cooped up in her small apartment might not have been the best way to work but it's not like she had to go to an office or something. All she needed was her tablet and computer and she was good to go.

The bell chimed loudly as she opened the door to the shop. The interior was very colorful, as expected from a flower shop, and her eyes trailed over all the beautiful arrangements that were displayed. Along the wall, there were shelves filled with flowers of all types and Nora instantly felt her mood brighten.

"Hello and welcome to Plumes. How can I help you?"

Nora turned towards the voice and found a guy with tousled black hair and glasses, smiling politely at her. Though, once he got a good look at her, the smile faltered.

"Oh, hi! I was hoping I could get a simple bouquet of lilies, would that be possible?" She smiled at the guy and he quickly snapped out of his stupor.

"Yes, of course. Do you need it now or…?" He moved behind the shelves, ducking his head and looking for lilies.

"Now, actually. But please take your time, I'm in no rush," she said and proceeded to check out the rows of cards placed in the corner.

Jake couldn't believe that he was seeing Nora, in Duskwood of all places. Why was she here in the first place? The timing was really bad for someone to come here out of the blue, especially when they didn't have many visitors in the first place. At least she didn't know who he was. It was only a small relief but nonetheless, Jake decided to get to know her reasons for coming.

"I hope you don't mind me asking, what brought you here?" He asked, cutting up the larger stems to fit into the bouquet.

"Oh, I'm here to visit someone." Her reply came and Jake frowned. She wasn't here to visit Jessy or the others, was she? If so, it was incredibly naive on her part when any one of them could be Hannah's kidnapper. He didn't know what to say but thankfully, Nora saved him from accidentally saying something that could give out his identity.

"This is a cool place. A lot different than the city," she said, done with choosing a card and took a green pen from the stand on the counter.

"That's definitely a first. Usually, people are trying to get out of here," Jake said, finished with wrapping the flowers in the paper and proceeded to cut a ribbon to tie it up.

He heard her hum in answer and peaked his head from behind the shelves to watch Nora writing on the card. He quickly turned around when she raised her head, cheeks heating up at being caught looking. After decorating the paper with the ribbon and putting a few final touches to make sure everything was in its proper place, Jake brought the bouquet with him to the counter and placed it down gently. Nora looked at it with awe and satisfaction and he felt happy that his skills had lived up to her expectations. Well, one set of skills at least.

"That's really pretty, thank you…" she trailed off, waiting for him to supply a name. Since everyone knew everyone in the town, his employer hadn't seen any use for a nametag. He hesitated for a quick second before telling his name.

"Thank you, Jake." Her smile widened and Jake's cheeks blossomed with a rosy blush. It was hard enough trying to maintain his distance while chatting and now that she was here in person, looking at him with eyes full of merriness, Jake felt as if things had gotten a lot more complicated.

———

Nora's aunt loved the flowers she had gotten and couldn't contain her excitement at having someone in the house other than her pet cat, Nox. She made Nora tell all about her big city life and how her parents were doing. All throughout the chat, she was feeding her all sorts of chocolates and pastries, asking about their texture and flavour and Nora was only too happy to comply. Her aunt had been responsible for her sweet tooth after all.

At night, as she settled in bed after having a shower and drying her hair, her phone lit up with a text notification and she was surprised to see that it was the hacker who had messaged her.

Hacker [9:30pm]

Hey, Nora.

How was your day?

She read the message and raised an eyebrow in disbelief. He had never messaged her first and now that he did, he's talking as if he's greeting an old friend. She typed out her reply after thinking about it for a while.

Nora [9:32pm]

It was...fine. nothing too exciting

Oh! I met a cute guy today

Hacker [9:32pm]

Oh, you did? That's nice.

Nora [9:33pm]

Don't worry though! I only have eyes for you ;)

Her screen showed that he was typing and erasing his text and she chuckled, imagining him blushing and not knowing what to say. He was so much fun to rile up, especially since he got flustered so easily.

Hacker [9:35pm]

I'm looking up on another lead I found.

If you find anything on Hannah's cloud related to a therapist, send it to me.

Nora pouted. He was basically ignoring her very obvious attempt at flirting and she did not appreciate it.

Nora [9:35pm]

You're no fun :(

I'm pretty tired today but I'll search through her cloud tomorrow

Good night!

She received a simple 'okay' and 'goodnight' in return and the hacker went offline again. That had to be the weirdest conversation they had and their whole relationship was built on strangeness.

She shrugged off the messages and fluffed up the covers. Right now, sleep was calling and who was she to deny it?

———

The next few days were spent indoors, with her aunt busy with a birthday order, she opted to work on Hannah's cloud as well as her commissions at the same time.

Sketching out the last details of a virtual character, she sighed with exhaustion when she was finally satisfied with it. Her phone pinged with a flurry of new messages and she leaned back on the couch, picking it up.

It was from the group chat with everyone and Lilly was creating trouble. 'Voting' to keep her involved or not. Couldn't she and everyone else for that matter see that she and the hacker guy had been trying to help as much as they could, and in her case, not even knowing any of them in the first place.

It was rather hurtful to know that nobody trusted her enough to vote 'yes' the first time around. But Dan voting for her made a smug smile spread across her face. Lilly and Thomas were definitely not okay with that and logged off immediately. She began to wonder if the hacker hadn't sent that video message in their group, would they have the same reaction as now?

She wrote a reply, not really paying attention to her words and locked her phone, flinging it towards the other end of the couch. Running her hands through her hair in frustration, she debated on what to do. She had tried to be forthcoming about everything but it really irked her that this was what she got for trying to help.

Her pettiness won out in the end and before Nora knew it, she had already snatched up her car keys and phone, on her way to the only flower shop in Duskwood.

———

Jake had been slacking on the job and he wasn't afraid to admit it.

The past few day's events plagued his mind. Nora hadn't texted him, ever since a short 'thank you' when he sent that intimidating video to her friend's group chat. She was online but barely responded to any messages and it made him a little worried. She was not the quiet sort of person and he was anxious as to whether she was feeling okay or not.

He glanced up from his phone, debating whether to message her or not, when the door opened and in walked Nora herself. It was afternoon so she had forgone her coat and was instead dressed in a casual attire of hoodie and jeans.

She smiled as she saw he was looking at her and Jake quickly locked his phone, putting it on the counter and greeted her.

"Didn't know I'll see you again so soon here," he said, with a hint of teasing and Nora shook her head.

"Neither did I. But here we are." She shrugged.

"Do you want a bouquet again?" He asked curiously. He hadn't expected her so soon at all. Whoever she was visiting must be really fond of flowers. That or she just came to see him. He tried not to linger on that last thought.

Nora's lips curled into a smirk, a devilish glint in her eyes and Jake swallowed nervously. She looked positively sinful with that expression, leaning across from him and he felt himself flushing slightly.

"Oh, yes. But not something typical. I'd like to have a bouquet made of flowers that say 'I hope you go to hell' or 'fuck you'."

Jake couldn't help the surprised laughter that bubbled past his lips at her words.

"That's oddly specific."

Nora shrugged again but a playful smile still rested upon her face.

"Well, someone did piss me off so…"

"Someone from here?" He tilted his head and watched as she stiffened. At least she was careful with what she revealed.

"Not really. I'm going back the day after tomorrow and figured the flowers would be okay for a day. Will they be okay?" She frowned.

Jake tried not to show his disappointment at that. Was she really going back or was it just a lie because he asked who they were for? He was pretty sure they were for Lilly and now he regretted asking her and making her uncomfortable.

"Oh, yeah they'll be fine. Again, would you like it now or…" he trailed off.

"I can wait!" She smiled and plopped down on a chair in front of the large window.

Jake quietly headed for the backroom, chuckling to himself while choosing the flowers that would successfully deliver her rage from earlier.

Meanwhile, Nora quickly got bored of sitting around and decided to message the hacker guy. She hadn't really talked to him these past few days and was itching for any conversation with him. Snapping a photo of the floral display, she sent it to him, knowing he'll probably figure out that she was in Duskwood now. The buzz of a phone on the counter grabbed her attention. Jake must have left it here before going to get the flowers.

She hesitated and quickly sent another text saying 'hello', raising her eyebrows when the phone buzzed again. Curiosity won and she made her way to the counter and saw her name flashing on the screen.

She grinned.

It was fifteen minutes later that Jake came back with a beautiful bouquet in hand. How he had managed to make 'fuck you' look so good, Nora might never know. He was surprised to see that she hadn't moved from her position on the chair at all but let it go without much thought.

"Ah, thank you so much, Jake!" She chirped brightly, coming to stand in front of the counter and looking at his work.

"It's no trouble." He ducked his head shyly, not being used to the praise. The townspeople were much more distant and mostly parted with a simple thank you. It was refreshing to hear that someone appreciated his more known set of skills.

"Seriously, this is so beautiful. I almost don't want to give it up." Nora didn't have any trouble communicating her genuine thoughts and now that she knew who he was, she wanted to have a little fun.

She dashed to the shelves and picked out a fully bloomed rose and put in on the counter. Despite his confusion, he rang up the rose along with everything and relayed the total amount to Nora.

She paid him and picked up the bouquet, giving him a smile and headed for the door.

"Wait! You forgot the rose." He held up the single flower but Nora just grinned.

"Ah, did I forget to mention? That's for you."

She laughed in delight at the blush that spread rapidly across his cheeks and giving him a final wink, stepped out of Plumes.

Jake covered his face with his hands and groaned loudly. Nora was going to be the death of him but he found himself thinking that maybe he wouldn't mind it, after all.

———

Jake looked at the text Nora sent him earlier, sitting in front of his computer. The rose she had given him was in a glass full of water beside his bed. Why would she send him the photo of the flowershop? Did she want him to know that she was in Duskwood?

He didn't know what to reply so he simply sent a 'pretty' and waited for her to say something. He felt himself smile when he watched the three dots on his creen, signaling she was typing. They talked about Hannah for a while before the conversation took a more personal turn.

Nora [8:45pm]

I don't want you to go.

Jake's breath hitched at the message, heart beating rapidly. How Nora managed to have this much effect on him through a screen was almost unbelievable to him. He bit his lip and the events of the past week came rushing through his mind, making him confused.

Did she like the 'Hacker' or the flower shop employee 'Jake'? He felt frustrated with the situation and himself, not knowing what to feel. He wished they could talk simply, without any investigation involved.

Nora [8:46pm]

You know, I like you

He scanned the message with furrowed eyebrows. If Nora liked him, why was she flirting with 'Jake'? He poured out all his frustration and insecurities in his reply, watching as she still tried to convince him that this–whatever he and Nora had–was okay.

He didn't want to be hurt, nor did he want to hurt her, so he did what he thought was right. The messages were almost painful to write and he shut his phone as soon as he sent them.

Rubbing his palms over his eyes, he focused on the computer in front of him. His goal was to find Hannah, he didn't need any distractions.

It was morning when he picked up his phone again, eyes scanning the last text Nora sent.

Nora [9:00pm]

I'm sorry Jake

I won't bother you about this again.

His heart almost stopped at the use of his name. How did she know? More importantly, what had he done?

[inkwell1013]

Lillies and Roses

Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley

Genre: Humor, Oneshot, Outsider POV, Flowershop AU (just barely)

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: Mistaken infidelity, mild elements of body horror

Summary: Cameron has been running his family’s flower shop for years now. When a handsome yet peculiar redhead walks in to buy flowers for his boyfriend, he thinks nothing of it. But when that very same boyfriend comes in a week later to buy flowers for his fiancé, Cameron finds that he has a decision to make. Does he tell Crowley that Aziraphale is two timing him with Anthony or does he keep the secret? Or Crowley has two names and confuses a poor, innocent florist.

- - - - -

Cameron woke up early, as he always did. He brought in the latest shipment of flowers and swept up the shop floor ready for the customers. Things were always quiet in the mornings, when he was the only person in the store, and he took the opportunity to listen to some music while he worked.

Things were quiet most of the time. His shop was small, and he got just enough customers to get by. That was fine with him though. He enjoyed his quiet, unbothered life.

Whistling along with the music, he set up a few arrangements on the centre table and decided to work on a few special orders whilst he had the time. The door to the shop creaked open a few minutes later, and the bell rang, letting him know he had his first customer of the day.

He turned around and gave them a friendly smile. “Good morning,” he said. “How can I help you?”

The man was strange, though Cameron couldn’t immediately put a finger on what was unusual about him. It was a collection of odd traits which, when combined, made for an overall peculiar man.

He was wearing sunglasses even though it was bright and sunny outside, and Cameron swore he saw a flash of yellow eyes from underneath the dark lenses, but that was probably just his imagination playing tricks on him.

The man’s movement was almost serpent like and when he opened his mouth to speak, a forked tongue flickered out. Cameron blinked in surprise but when he looked again, it was replaced by a regular tongue.

Snake eyes. Snake tongues. Slithering. Serpents.

He shook his head. He was just imagining things. Covering his surprise with a classic customer service smile, he spoke. “Pardon?”

The man frowned. “I said, I want to buy some flowers for my boyfriend.”

How unusual… He even hissed his words like a snake.

“I can help you with that sir,” said Cameron. “Any particular type?”

The man thought for a moment. “Lilies,” he said at last. “He likes lilies. White ones.”

“You’re in luck,” said Cameron. “I got a fresh shipment of those this morning. It’ll take a little while for me to make the bouquet, but you’re more than welcome to wait in the shop.”

The man agreed and Cameron went to fetch some lilies from the back room. He found some suitable flowers and brought them out.

“So, tell me a bit about your boyfriend,” he said, pulling out a pair of scissors to cut the stems to the correct size.

“Why do you want to know?” Crowley asked, leaning up against the centre display table.

“Just making small talk.” Cameron wrapped the stems of the flowers with an elastic band.

“He owns a bookshop in Soho,” said the stranger. “Our anniversary is soon, so I thought I’d surprise him. Lilies are his favourite flower.”

“That’s sweet of you. He’s a lucky guy.”

“If anything, I’m the lucky one.”

Cameron nodded absentmindedly, holding the bouquet upright to check that everything was in order. Once he was sure that everything was in place, he laid it back down on the workbench and pulled out a notecard and pen.

“The flowers come with a personalized note,” he explained. “What do you want me to write on it?”

The stranger thought for a moment. “Could you write ‘Happy anniversary Aziraphale. I’m really glad Armageddon didn’t happen. Love Crowley.’?”

“What?”

“It’s an… inside joke.”

Cameron laughed. “And a unique one for sure,” he said. “How do you spell Aziraphale?”

Crowley spelt it out for him, and Cameron scribbled it down, along with the rest of the message. Then, he rang him up at the till and took the payment.

“I’ll come again soon,” called Crowley, as Cameron waved him goodbye.

***

Two weeks later, on a chilly spring afternoon, another strange person came into the shop and Cameron couldn’t help but be reminded of Crowley when he saw him. On first impression, he was unassuming - the only thing even slightly unusual about him was his unnaturally white hair. Still, there was something unequivocally wrong about him. Something off.

Cameron blinked and when he opened his eyes again, the man was gone. Instead, a creature was hovering before him. Concentric rings of eyes twisted around each other, framed by six wings which were large enough to touch either side of his shop.

He blinked again.

Two of the wings curled in on each other, forming a vaguely humanoid shape. The creature wrapped two of its wings around its body and Cameron watched in horror as three heads lurched their way from the thing’s shoulders. There was a human head in the centre, flanked by a lion’s head on the left and an ox’s head on the right.

He blinked again.

The creature cocooned itself in its wings. The two sets of remaining wings merged into a single pair. The wings were thrown backward revealing an otherwise normal human form, save for the bright while halo floating above it.

He slammed his eyes shut, blinded by the light. When he cautiously cracked them up again, he was faced by a regular man.

“Are you alright my boy?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m fine. I was just a little out of it,” said Cameron.

Had it all been in his head? He would have to go and see a doctor if these… hallucinations continued.

“How can I help you?” he asked, doing his best to keep his worry at the back of his mind.

The stranger gave him a friendly smile. “I’m looking to purchase some flowers for my fiancé,” he explained.

“Then you came to the right place!” said Cameron. “What kind would you like?”

The man considered for a moment. “Red roses, if you have them,” he said

Cameron nodded. “You’re in luck - I think I still have some of those left. This will only take a moment, so you are welcome to wait.”

Cameron went through the same motions he had gone through two weeks ago and every day since: fetching the flowers from the back room; arranging them; cutting the stems to size. The familiar routine was a comfort to him, especially after the strange occurrence that had happened just moments prior.

“So, how did you and your fiancé meet?” he asked.

The man smiled. “We’ve known each other for a long time,” he said. “When I first laid eyes on him, I knew he was different. But we didn’t get along at first. We were quite different people, and our families were… I don’t want to say at war, but it certainly felt like that sometimes. We were on opposite sides of a conflict we had no part in.

“Despite all that, he kept surprising me with his kindness and compassion. We ran into each other again and again, and somewhere along the line, between the clandestine dinner dates and getting drunk together in my bookshop, I realised I liked him. And I realised I loved him not long after. Things fell into place after that.”

“That’s so sweet,” said Cameron, as he finished making the bouquet. “Would you like me to write a note to go with the flowers?”

“I would like that,” said the stranger. “Could you write ‘For my dear Anthony. You bring light to my life. All my love, Aziraphale.’?”

Cameron went to write the message, but his pen stilled halfway through as his brain caught up to him.

Aziraphale.

This was Crowley’s boyfriend.

And he was buying flowers for a man named Anthony.

His fiancé named Anthony.

Cameron desperately tried to keep his expression neutral, even as his heart was racing. He hurried through the rest of the note and thrust the flowers into Aziraphale’s hands.

“I’m afraid we’re closing soon,” he announced, ringing Aziraphale up at the till. Aziraphale handed over the money and Cameron shooed him out the door.

Once he was sure that Aziraphale was gone, he let the horror he was hiding show on his face. Aziraphale was a cheater. He was cheating on Crowley with Anthony, and there was precisely nothing that Cameron could do about it.

***

Looking up a stranger in the phonebook made Cameron feel like a stalker.

He was surprised when his search turned up no results. You would think someone with such an unusual name would be easy to track down, but there was no one anywhere in the phonebook with the first name Crowley. It was like he never even existed. Aziraphale’s name wasn’t in there either.

He searched for them on social media too, which was an equally fruitless endeavour.

In a last-ditch effort, he searched for their names on the internet. When he searched for Crowley, the only search results to show up were some fictional characters and a brief Wikipedia page on a biblical demon.

Aziraphale’s name garnered even fewer results. There are a few reviews for bookshop in Soho owned by a man with the same name, which he presumed was Aziraphale.

He also found a blurred black and white photograph of a man under the images tab. The man was probably Aziraphale’s grandfather or something, though the family resemblance was almost uncanny; they could have been twins. If the photo weren’t so old, Cameron would have assumed it was Aziraphale himself.

He closed his laptop, having exhausted all his options. There was nothing he could do.

***

The shop door slammed open, and the sudden thud made Cameron jump. Whipping around, he was greeted by two familiar faces – Crowley and Aziraphale.

“My apologies,” said Aziraphale (cheating bastard). “We didn’t mean to startle you. It was the wind.”

Cameron cleared his throat, trying to compose himself. “It’s fine,” he said. “I was a little distracted anyway. How can I help you?”

Aziraphale grinned like the adulterous douchebag he was. “We’d like to buy some flowers please,” he said.

“Any particular type?” asked Cameron, plastering his face with a bland costumer service smile that barely managed to cover up his scowl.

“We’ll have a little look around, if that’s okay?” said Crowley, arm still wrapped around Aziraphale’s shoulder. Cameron gave a quick nod, and the couple started wandering around the shop. Somewhere along the line, they split apart, ending up on other sides of the shop. Cameron had found his opportunity.

Aziraphale was examining a bouquet of azaleas when Cameron caught up to him, with what could only be described as a serene expression on his face. He whispered something to them, and Cameron swore that they brightened up a little at his words.

He was talking to the flowers. First the snake eyes, then whatever had happened when he first met Aziraphale, then their presence on the internet (or lack thereof), and now the guy was having a conversation with a bunch of azaleas.

This pair was seriously weird. They matched each other in that way – like two particularly ugly Christmas sweaters or strange modern art sculptures. They fitted together so perfectly that it was difficult to imagine them apart. It was difficult to imagine that Aziraphale would fracture their relationship by doing what he had done.

“I know about Anthony,” he hissed, venom clear in his voice.

“Pardon?

“I know that you are a cheater, and I will expose you if you don’t come clean right now. Please, spare him any further heartbreak.”

He expected Aziraphale to blow up at him, or get defensive, or even cry.

Instead, much to Cameron’s surprise, Aziraphale laughed so hard that he could barely stand up, having to grip a hold of the table to keep his balance.

“Crowley are you hearing this?” he chocked out. “I’m a cheater, didn’t you know? Two timing you with Anthony.”

“Yes. You’re a real scoundrel alright,” said Crowley, wrapping Aziraphale up in his arms. “Adultery. What an unforgiveable sin?”

“Well, you certainly know something about unforgivable sins, don’t you dear?” There was an undeniable smirk on Aziraphale’s lips, that Crowley mirrored.

“I can show you another unforgivable sin if you want,” he whispered into Aziraphale’s ear.

“Crowley! You bad boy.”

“Its in my blood. Can’t help it,” said Crowley with a quirk of his eyebrows.

Cameron found himself feeling rather irritated and left out of the conversation “I’m still here,” he snapped. “What on earth is going on? Why are you two so happy?”

How could these two go right to flirting after he had dropped a nuke on their relationship?

“We don’t mean to upset you dear,” said Aziraphale. “It’s just amusing. That’s all.”

“I’m telling the truth. I swear! He came into the shop two weeks ago to buy flowers for another man.”

“Those flowers were for Crowley,” said Aziraphale.

“But they were addressed to a man named Anthony,” insisted Cameron.

“Anthony is my first name,” said Crowley.

“…What?”

“Did you really think Crowley was my first name?” he laughed. “Anthony is my given name, but I usually go by Crowley. It’s just a preference.”

“You said they were for your fiancé!”

“Yes,” said Crowley. “I proposed to him three weeks ago. I am his fiancé.”

Everything clicked. “He’s... Oh my God. I feel really stupid. I am so sorry. That was… I am so sorry,” he stammered.

Crowley patted him on the shoulder. “Its fine kid. I would have assumed the same thing if I were in your situation.”

“No, it’s not fine. I need to apologise.” Cameron face was bright red. This was so embarrassing. “I assumed the worst of you,” he said. “And that was wrong of me. You have my sincerest apologies. I’ll be happy to give you a refund.”

“No thank you,” said Aziraphale. “In fact, we have a favour to ask. Would you cater our wedding?”

“Really?”

“Yes, of course. You’re a good lad, and your flowers are to die for. They’re easily the best in London. Will you do it?”

“I’d love to!”

There were lilies and roses at the wedding.

[missgarnet]

Love Me Anyway

Pairing: Yoongi x reader, a little bit of Yoongi x Hoseok

Word count: a little over 1.3k

Genre: Florist Au / Fluff

Part Three of Yours, Mine, & Ours

Part One  Part Two

Link to ao3

Your appointment hadn’t lasted as long as you thought it would, so you had plenty of time to pick up flowers for your apartment. The flower shop had been one of the first places you visited when you moved in, and each of the bouquets from there were handmade and just perfect. It had become a habit to buy flowers each week to fill the vases in each room and extra arrangements for special occasions, but lately you hadn’t been feeling up to it.  

As soon as you walk in, a huge display of orange flowers catches your eye. You walk closer to examine the oddly shaped flowers, oblivious to the shop’s owner watching. “Birds of Paradise,” you hear a voice call out from across the shop. Yoongi, the quiet one of the owners,  steps out from the small room in the back and makes his way towards you. “And there’s Tiger Lillies right below them.”

“They’re so bright and pretty. I love how vibrant the orange flowers look when they’re all together.”

Yoongi couldn’t help but grin at your observation, “Yeah, I ended up taking your suggestion from last time and grouped all the colors together. It was a lot of work, but the change seems really popular with our customers, and we’ve been getting a lot more newcomers.”

Jungkook runs into the shop, and Yoongi stands helpless as he crashes into you. He can’t help but laugh as he watches the poor kid struggling to apologize without making a fool of himself.

Yoongi found himself being dragged to the back room and watched helplessly as Hobi took over helping you. He couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of the easy relationship Hobi had with you. Hoseok could just walk up and the two of you would start a conversation, he was even using pet names with you already. Jealousy wasn’t necessary, but Yoongi couldn’t help feeling it when he had such a hard time trying to work up the nerve to talk to you that way.

And now he was losing yet another opportunity because of Jungkook. The kid was in such a panic that Yoongi couldn’t understand a word he was trying to say. JK just kept pacing back and forth mumbling something about flowers and avoiding looking at Yoongi.

“Jungkook, take a breath and then tell me what’s going on,” Yoongi asked as he pulled one of the small chairs out for him to sit down.

JK takes a large breath and starts over again, this time speaking slow enough for Yoongi to actually understand. “I’m doing a tattoo for Y/N, and I need help because I don’t know what to draw. Tae wasn’t at the cafe when I checked, so I came here to ask you for help. Because she mentioned flowers, and she always looks really happy when she leaves here. And so I thought that maybe you could pick flowers for her and then I can draw them for her tattoo.”

“Fine.” Yoongi says trying to play it cool as he attempts to hide the giddy feeling he gets whenever he makes bouquets just for you. “But you’re paying me for my assistance, and you have to make it into something she’d love.”

“Of course, you can have whatever you want. Just please help.” Jungkook begged as Yoongi began shuffling through a small file filled with little scraps of paper.

He plucks a small blue sticky note from the file and holds it out to Jungkook, “Here, this is one of my favorites for her, it’s everything she deserves. She’ll love it, and the colors work really well together. I’ll send you a picture later this week, but it’s got the names of the flowers and their meanings written next to them.”

Jungkook reaches to grab the paper but Yoongi pulls it back. “I thought you wanted me to take that?”

“You can, but I want it back in the condition I’m giving it to you.” Yoongi knew it was ridiculous to be protective of a piece of paper, but it reminded him of your face when you saw those flowers, the way you lit up when you found out they were for you.

With each week Yoongi became more and more distracted at work. He was usually overly focused on what he worked on and made an effort to be fully present with each customer. But lately the florist had grown distracted, he’d find himself drawn to the little notepad of arrangements he wanted to make for you. Jungkook would always tell him about your appointments and brag about how he got to see you first, but Yoongi didn’t care because it gave him more time to pick something perfect for you.

“You’re looking a little distracted, Love.” Hobi says as he hugs Yoongi from behind. “You’re thinking about her again, aren’t you? I swear you spend more time thinking about her than with me.”

Yoongi sighed and turned around, “I’m sorry, what if we go out this weekend to make up for it?”

Hobi grins at this and wraps his arms around Yoongi again, this time lifting him off the ground.

You never knew what to expect when walking into the flower shop, but seeing the owners making out was beyond anything you had imagined. They were always close, but you just thought they were just business partners or friends. You cleared your throat to let them know you were there, so that you could get through this without making things awkward. “I’m so sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt, I just saw that the sign said you were still open. I know I’m later than usual, but I was hoping I could still get flowers for tonight.”

“That’s alright sweetheart!” Hobi says as he hops off the counter. “I should probably be heading home anyway. Have fun flirting! Don’t do too much without me, my Love.”

You watched in shock as he skipped out of the shop, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were together. I should…. I should go.”

Yoongi reaches out to hold your hand, “Wait, why would you be sorry?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, did he really not notice? “I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to ask you out for weeks. I thought it was obvious that I was into you. But you’re with someone who cares about you, and I don’t want to ruin that.”

“So that’s why Hobi’s been teasing me lately.” He shook his head at all the times Hoseok made kissy faces when you turned around. “I thought it was all one sided, maybe I’m not a genius after all.”

“What do you mean?”

“Hobi and I aren’t monogamous, we’ve both seen other people while being together. He likes teasing me because I’m not good at talking to people I like, and it’s even harder when we both like the same person.”

Your jaw should have hit the floor when he said that, but somehow it made sense. The two of them had been extremely close whenever you came in, but you had seen Hoseok with dates before. The only thing that didn’t make sense was, “You said both of you like the same person?”

He ducks his head after hearing this, “Hobi only uses pet names for people he’s interested in, and I use flowers. I usually charge double what you pay, but seeing how happy they make you is worth any lost profit. And I might not be good with words, but flowers have meaning too.”

“And what do they mean?” You ask, lifting yourself to sit on the counter.

Yoongi takes a step forward and notices your tattoo peeking out from the hem of your dress. “They all mean something different,” He says as he pushes your dress a little higher. Jungkook hadn’t returned the blue sticky note, but Yoongi had to admit that His hands traced the outline of the petals inked to your skin, stopping at the bright almost star shaped flower on your thigh. “This one’s a Tiger Lily, it probably has the most meaning for me right now”

“What is it?” You ask gently cupping his chin with your hand as you raise his face to meet yours.

“It means, please love me.”

[nose-bandaid]

bloom ✿ pt.7 — lily of the valley

Kino (Hyunggu) x (female) Reader | flower shop AU

march 8 lily of the valleys - sweetness, humility, trust, a return to happiness

introduction | part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | epilogue

taglist: @yunwoo​ <3

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“Lillies of the Valley~”

You smiled softly at the small dainty flowers sitting in the vase in front of you. It was a beautifully simple bouquet meant for a wedding that was happening tomorrow. All that was left to do was to write down the couple’s names on the card, one of your favourite parts of completing orders. It just allowed you to give that personal touch to it. Something to claim the work as yours.

The last week had gone pretty well for you, much to your surprise. When you went out for coffee with Seungkwan, you ended up spilling about everything that had been happening for the past few weeks. And honestly, you felt much better now that you had a friend to talk to. Getting all your messy feelings out let you clear your head and having some time away from Hyunggu let you sort out your thoughts. Or at least try to. Your heart hadn’t seem to understand the idea of letting go yet, and your thoughts kept on drifting to him.

The stock of daisies that came in yesterday? All you could think of was how he always coordinated his outfits to fit his sweet aesthetic so perfectly. When someone asked you about the lilacs over the phone? It reminded you of the fact that the small (now dried up) flower still sat at the bottom of the pocket on your bag, all alone.

It felt a little dumb to still like him, but did your heart care? It clearly didn’t.

Today was good though, it was just you and Joshua managing the store and you worked on the orders at a comfortable pace. Now that the traffic in the shop had died down since Valentine’s Day, you were happy to have more time to yourself at work. It also meant that you could play some of your own choice of music while working, which was another plus. One can only take so much mainstream music on a daily basis.

“Hey y/n, your man is here.”

You almost dropped the flowers to the ground at Joshua’s words. “I’m sorry, who is?”

“Not really sure, but he came in a couple days ago looking for you and then left when I told him you didn’t have any shifts.”

That really got your attention. “What does he look like?”

“Uh,” He stuck his head out the door to take another look. “Average height, high cheekbones, damn that jawline, very flowery looking—ooh I like his bag.” He returned to the room. “You should tell him to work here, he fits right in.”

“Oh my god, is it Hyunggu?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t know his name, but you should probably go out and talk to him, he seems worried.”

You didn’t really want to go. Just when things were going so well, why did he suddenly decide to visit? Shoving your work aside, you got up with a sigh. Joshua already exposed the fact that you were working today, so you didn’t really have a choice but to go out. While you could just continue on with your work, you weren’t mean enough to simply refuse to see him.

When you walked into the front, you easily spotted Hyunggu standing at the counter, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. He didn’t seem to notice you until you were standing right in front of him, and you tapped the table twice to grab his attention.

“Oh! H-hi.” He mustered a smile.

“Hello.”

You stood there awkwardly, waiting for him to speak.

“Uh... I guess it’s kinda weird for me to just show up randomly, but I wanted to talk to you about...” His words trailed off as he eyed the other customers watching him from afar. When he brought his attention back to you, he caught you staring at him expectantly and his composure crumbled. Letting out a sigh, he leaned on the table and rested his head on his hands.

“Haha, fuck.”

His sudden profanity shocked you a little. You never really expected such a sharp turn from his usual sunny, innocent disposition.

“Hey, calm down. Are you okay?”

You wanted to pat him comfortingly, but your hands hesitated and your brought them back to your side.

He raised his head and looked at you with pleading eyes. “Can we talk somewhere in private?”

You looked around the shop, as a public place, there really wasn’t anywhere for you be hidden from the curious glances in your direction. And bringing him to the back wouldn’t be the best idea out there.

“Josh?” You called out.

Your co-worker looked up from the papers he was writing on. “Yeah?”

“Will you be alright if I took my break right now? It’ll be like 20 minutes max.”

He gave a reassuring look and waved for you to go. “Yeah, no problem, go ahead.”

Turning to Hyunggu you nodded your head towards the door. “Let’s go grab a cup of coffee.”

You didn’t say a word to each other on the way to the cafe, and he was consistent in staying a few steps behind you. When you arrived, you let out a sigh of relief. It wasn’t so crowded and compared to the flower shop, at least everyone was more focused on minding their own business. Going up to the counter, you approached a familiar face.

“Hey Jun.” You grinned.

The boy shrugged his shoulders as he waved with sheepish smile, an endearing habit of his that you’ve come to notice.

“Y/n I don’t usually see you here at this time. The usual?”

“Yep, plus a green tea latte for Josh.” 

“Sure thing. Oh, and speaking of Joshua, could you relay a message to him for me?” He asked after writing down your orders onto their respective cups.

“Which is?”

Putting the cup down, Jun pulled down his eyelid and stuck out a tongue, letting out a small mleghh sound. “That’s it, thank you very much.” He looked over at Hyunggu. “And what can I get you, sir?” 

“Uh, I’ll just have a mocha. Small.” He held his hand out to stop you from paying for the drinks. “I’ll pay for this, don’t worry.” He said timidly.

Taking a step, you nodded a little. “Thanks.” 

You waited for the drinks in silence, and then sat in your seats, only to stare into your drinks for a while.

“I guess I should probably apologize for the past few weeks first.” He finally spoke up, his eyes hesitantly leaving the comfort of his cup to stare into yours.

“I mean, if I were in your position, I’m not really sure what I would do either.” You tried, but he shook his head.

“But still, it was wrong for me to just disappear like that. And I didn’t mean to act that way the last time I saw you, I just got really nervous because of what Hongseok said to you on the phone and I was also supposed to, uh...” He opted to take a sip of his mocha instead of finishing his sentence.

“Supposed to what?” You gently pressed.

Hyunggu ran his hand through his hair profusely before speaking. “I wanted to ask you out on a date, but what I gathered on that day was that you’re already taken so I ended up chickening out for the second time and things just didn’t—”

“Woah, woah, wait. Taken? What made you think that?”

He blinked and looked at you owlishly. “O-oh I just thought that you, you know, your co-worker, you called him ‘boo’ and all, and the way you acted I just thought—”

Now it was your turn to interrupt him. “You mean Seungkwan? As in like, Boo Seungkwan?”

“Boo... Boo Seungkwan?” He repeated, a little lost.

“Hyunggu,” You let out a small giggle. “His last name is Boo, that’s my nickname for him, we’re just friends.”

He buried his face in his hands. “Oh my god that’s kinda embarrassing, I’m so sorry. To both you and him, that’s such a stupid misunderstanding.”

As disappointing as it was to learn that you were both let such little worries get into your way, you were glad that it wasn’t something terrible like how you anticipated. Maybe you guys still had a chance. You decided to take that risk.

“It’s alright, I guess it’s pretty easy to have that misunderstanding, I never really thought about it that way. But let me ask you a question of my own.”

He sat straight up, shifting in his seat a little. “Yes?”

“The rose. It was more than just a kind gift right?”

“Ah... yeah I can’t really deny it. The guy who texted you—that’s who I meant when I said Hongseok by the way—probably made everything obvious right?”

“I mean, you were kind of obvious too, but also not...” You shook your head. “I don’t know, I just can’t read you. You’re naturally such a friendly person and sometimes the intentions of your actions are a little too ambiguous. Or at least, for me they are.” You sat back in your seat. It took a while for him to respond.

“Yeah, I was supposed to ask you out, but I didn’t. And I guess, I’m also asking you out now? Give me a chance to take you on a date at least?”

You tiled your head out of amusement at that.

“If you’re still up to that after everything.” He quickly added. “I’d like to get to know you better, without, er, lots of things getting in our way.”

“Sure, I’m still up to that.” You smiled when you saw his elated expression and glanced at your phone. “I should probably go now, but I do appreciate you coming to talk with me.”

“No, no, no.” He shook his head. “I should be the one thanking you. For everything.

“It’s all good, let’s talk later okay? Give me the details, and I’ll be expecting a reply this time.” You added playfully.

“Yes,” He smiled softly into his hands before looking up at you. “You will get all the replies from me.”

After exchanging your goodbyes and telling Hyunggu that no, he did not have to thank you again for everything, your parted ways at the intersection. He insisted that he walk you back, but you went against it—he was going in the opposite direction, and the trip back wasn’t that long at all. 

You walked with a little bounce in your steps as your mind drifted back to the lilies of the valley. A return to happiness, that’s what they’re most known for, and to be honest, you thought that was pretty accurate. Opening the door, you thought to yourself that maybe the bouquet was a sign. A sign that things would — and they did — get better.

“You have that face again.”

You stopped in your tracks and saw Joshua smirking. He was probably trying to look cool while he said that but you thought he looked pretty stupid holding the bright yellow children’s watering can.

“Care to elaborate?” You asked, as you handed him his latte.

“You know, the one that says ‘AAAAA I got a date!’ I’m certain this time.”

You folded your arms. “Well, I can’t say you’re wrong.”

“Y/n’s got a date?”

You both turned towards the new voice to see Seungkwan entering the shop, some grocery bags held loosely in his hands.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” Joshua stated as he checked the schedule on the wall next to him.

Seungkwan dismissed his comment. “I know, I just had to pick something up, but don’t ignore me.” He looked at you. “You got a date?”

Suddenly feeling the embarrassment of all the attention creeping up to you, you nodded your head meekly. “Yep! Haha.”

“Was it that guy, uh, his name was Hyunggu right?”

You nodded again.

“Well, okay, one. I am very happy for you.” He accentuated his point with a finger. “Two, if this guy ever hurts you in some way ever again, I swear I’m going to come after his ass so don’t hesitate to tell me okay?”

Both you and Joshua laughed at his protective proclamation “He’s sweet, I promise. There was just some misunderstanding along with some... very unfortunate timing. But he’s a good person.”

“Alright then...” Walking over to snatch his small pouch on the counter, he backed out into the door. “But my point still stands.” He kept eye contact with you for as long as he could, before finally disappearing.

As you watched him leave, you shook out head and let out a happy sigh.

“Ah, I love him.”

“Who? Boo or Hyunggu?”

“Shut up, you know what I mean.”

“How am I supposed to know what you mean? I’m not a mind reader. I am simply a florist, all I do is wake up and water flowers and pretend like I know what I’m doing.”

“Please you’re not even good at pretending like you know what you’re doing.” You scoffed back.

“Glad you’ve caught onto that y/n!”

When your laughs finally died down, you pulled yourself together to get back to your abandoned work. As you headed towards the bouquet, you heard Joshua take off the lid for his drink, and you suddenly remembered your promise.

“Oh yeah, and Josh?”

“Mhm?”

You placed a finger underneath your eye and stuck out your tongue as far as you could. “Jun says mleghh.”

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AKHFSDKJ AY THAT WAS THE LAST PART:D

thanks for sticking all throughout this series i acc love you guys sm and i hope you enjoyed it;)

there will be an epilogue hehe! that i started writing before even writing these last few parts uh 

so please look forward to one last update on this series!

~ tiny

[moulinrouge78-blog]

Sex fantasies and other surprises - Part 1

Netflix made me do it. This is my first fanfiction contribution ever posted. It’s hot and erotic because I love and live for SMUT. Enjoy.....

They have been together for a year now and he couldn’t be happier. Their long distance relationship isn’t easy but works out pretty well and today wasn’t just the Friday she would come to Capeside to be with him for a long weekend but also their 1st anniversary of being Joey and Pacey the happy in love couple who make it work.

And he’s got a plan. ‚You are a lucky bastard‘ he smiled to himself standing in front of his bathroom mirror getting ready for his drive to Capeside train station where she would arrive in around an hour. The thought about his girl made him feel light headed and gave him electric shivers that went straight down his groin. He looked down and could see his dick standing In excitement. But there was no time for that, first stops where the florist by the harbour and Capeside‘s fine jewellers. One last look in the mirror to ensure he didn’t miss a smudge of shaving cream on his face and his hair sat in place before he turned around grabbing his keys and went out the door. It was barely 9am and the sun was already warm standing high in a cloudless blue sky. The air smelled of seaweed and sand coming from the dunes with the birds chirping in the trees. He went around to his Ford Explorer and looked at the beach, breathing in the fresh air.  Three years ago the Dudley‘s passed away and Pacey didn’t hesitate to buy their beach house. While the winters are long and cold just as they are around everywhere in Massachusetts he thought Capeside is the most beautiful place on earth in summer when the weather is like this. 

Pacey checked the weather forecast for weeks and this weekend was perfect. He couldn’t stop smiling all the way to the florist and greeted one of the delivery drivers once he parked his car and run over to help the man handling big buckets of Magnolia, Echinacea, Roses, Poppies, Water Lillies, Day Lillies and Pale Grass Pink Orchids. 

‚Hey Rob, let me give you a hand‚ he said taking two of the buckets from the struggling man’s arm, nodding at him. ‚Oh thank you Pacey, these flowers don’t look heavy but they certainly are and I am not getting younger‘ Rob said wiping off a thin layer of sweat he felt forming on his forehead. ‚Ah man, you are still as chirpy and not a day older than 45, are you not?‘ Pacey said with a wide grin. ‚Well add another decade to it and you are about right!‘ Rob chuckled returning a friendly smile. ‚Ohh before i forget. Your flowers are ready! Rob said. Ohh brilliant timing. That’s why I am here. Thank you! 

Ten minutes later, Pacey left the shop with his wildflower garland made of blue false indigo, bowmen‘s root and peach leaved bluebells. He asked for seasonal wild flowers and the arrangement couldn’t be prettier. 

The jewellers was just up the road, 2 traffic lights and 5 minutes away and he suddenly felt very nervous.  This was the tricky part he wanted to get right out of all things. He knew how he wanted to propose to the girl who stole his heart. It usually is Dawson’s expertise to do the fluff and romantic stuff, Pacey did lack in this department a little he thought so he took Jen with him a fortnight ago to show her the ring he selected for Joey. 

‚What do you think, Lindley?‘ he bit his lip, nervous as hell, hoping it wouldn’t be too bad. Jen stared at the open black velvet box with the tiny yellow pear shaped moissanite diamond in the platinum ring base he picked, bedded on a satin cushion. The ring wasn’t pretentious and simple despite the yellow colour of the stone. He knows Joey doesn’t like gaudy things, keeps it elegant and classy and he respected that, ok who is he kidding? he thought. Joe‘s disgust for trashy things and the want to be authentic and real was adorable and sexy as hell. A sigh escaped Jen’s mouth and than there was a long pause. ‚Uh oh, that bad, Lindley?‘ he asked suddenly his throat terribly dry, not sure if he wanted to get a response from his dear blonde friend next to him. Jen also liked being real and true at all times and usually he admired her for that but today he hopes she’s gentle on him. Jen looked at him and back down to the glass counter where Hilary the sales assistant placed the ring for them to view and her face was not showing any sort of emotion, she looked blank. ‚Listen...Jen...there is still time, I can return it and you...YOU are a women of many tastes, you can help me making the RIGHT decision!‘ He felt  frantic, his palms were sweating as he took he reaction as a sign, that this ring was a terrible pick. She finally looked up at him and her face lid up. ‚Oh my god...Pace....this is the most, beautiful ring I have ever seen. Joey truly is a lucky girl!‘ Her voice trembled a little as the emotion kicked in and she hugged him tightly ‚You did well, Witter! ‘ I wonder...‚ What’s that? He asked, breaking their embrace, looking at her happily but confused raising a brow. ‚Does this ring come in a set with earrings, if so I’ll take them!‘ Jen said with a giggle. Pacey laughed at that remark and lightly slapped her shoulder. Ouch, Witter!!! He kissed her head and logged his arm through hers leaving the shop after he paid his deposit. At the train station the clock just outside the station tower read 9:58am. Great 2 more minutes, I am not late. 

He quickly checked the arrival table on the monitor and was glad that the train was on time before he made his short way to the platform. With that he heard the chuffing sound of the fast train approaching the platform slowing down until it came to a noisy halt. Passenger‘s got off the train, restricting his view, so he tiptoed and bend his neck. It took him a few moments and he saw her. His heart pounded fast in his chest. It was only a few days ago that they been together but his body reacted like he hasn’t seen her for weeks, months or even years. She stepped off the train, holding onto a small beige hard shell travel trolley with her right hand. She wore a tie front puff sleeve midi dress in light blue with matching hairband holding her hair in a ponytail and white leather sandals with block heel. Each movement made the dress show off her long silky tanned legs. She still hasn’t spotted him, looking from left to right, a puzzled look on her face that made her mouth pout. 

Ohh those lips he thought. He could tell she didn’t bother with make up, only a little bit of mascara, a little rogue to make her cheeks glow peachy and a colourless chapstick is all she would use, she was the most beautiful girl he ever laid eyes on and he was glad she finally grown in confidence to see herself not just as a too tall woman with long limbs and feels comfortable in her skin. The tie front of her dress was open a little and he could faintly guess where her chest bone would turn into the bulge of her breasts.  His heart skipped a beat and he manoeuvred the best he could into her direction without being seen. She fumbled on the zipper of her trolley standing with her bare back to him. He reached for her waist while his other hand went to her neck placing little kisses onto the bare skin underneath her hairline.  ‘Hello gorgeous!’ ‘Mmmm’ was the only vocabulary escaping her lips. She leaned into him, eyes closed and smiling her big smile that drove him insane. 

He felt her ass rotating and grinding into his hard bulge ‘Ahhh, Pace happy to see me?’  and suddenly his khaki shorts felt way too tight. His hands holding onto her arms for stability he whispered into her ear, nibbling her lobe and finally resting his chin on her shoulder ‘Ohh Jo, you have no idea. I wouldn’t like anything more than to pull up that fabric of your dress and take you right here, right now giving by passengers a show of their life time.‘

With that he swirled her around and let her fall into his arms, looking deeply in her dark brown eyes. ‘God I missed you, Potter!’ ‘I missed you so much, my sweetheart!’ she whispered back. There it was. Just like that he was on fire. She licked her lips. Her way of saying that she is ready to be kissed. He didn’t need an Invitation to place his lips on hers. Their lips met and she opened just a little to let him in and he darted his tongue around her full mouth, stifling her moan by dancing with her tongue tip. She opened her mouth wider and he took all of her tongue, sucking on it, releasing her and sucking her tip once again, breaking free for air.

‘Let me take you home, before Doug gets send here for sexual assault in public!’ Um, yeah probably not a good idea to be stars of Capeside journal as ‘horny couple set off at train station!’ she said with an amused wink at him. They went for a quick early lunch at the ice house before heading arm in arm to the beach house. Oh my god, Pace you really went trough with it? She gestured at the outdoor shower in the garden as soon as they arrived. This is so cool. It’s not just cool but also practical in the summer after a long shift in the restaurant. Here let me show you. The shower was attached to white wooden panels with hanging baskets for toiletries, soaps, hair care, sponges and even a back rub. Two big yellow towels occupied two of the four metal hooks. The floor was made of deep blue and green mosaics and an anti slip finish. It had a long bench at the side with futon pillows where the water couldn’t reach. For privacy the shower area was secluded by it’s own 8 ft. garden fence made of thick hazel hurdle woven wattle with bushy leafy planters in front of it. The top was free but Joey noticed a handle at the side and a large panel above. ‘What’s that for?’ she wondered.

  Ohh this is for chillier evenings to keep the rain out. He turned the handle and a retractable yellow thick shade pulled out. This looks just like...

...the sail of True Love?  he finished her sentence, smiling at her. Yes, Joey it’s the same material I used for true love since it’s weather resistance and I like to feel being out of sea while having a shower outside. He smirked. I understand Pace, once a Captain always a Captain. She chuckled. I haven’t used it yet since it just got finished two days ago. But the water is on...here...step back, I’ll show you!   Joey stepped back and he turned the shower on.  Warm water splashed from the shower head. He was about to turn the shower off but Joey laid his hand on his. 

‘Leave it on Pace!’

She unfastened her sandals, slipped them off and untied her hairband. It took him a moment to register what she was doing. He closed the gate and she came towards him, started to unbutton his shirt looking him straight in his eyes. ‘I want to shower with you and feel you!’ He lost his voice and was only able to mumble ‘God Joey, this is one of my fantasies of us!’ ‘I know it’s mine, too’ she replied. She yanked his dark grey shirt off his shoulders and placed it on one of the free hooks. His chest hairs stood in anticipation as she began licking his right nipple over to his left, making them stand. His breathing was now fast and he desperately  needed her out of her dress. She suckled on his now hard nipples and he was able to free her arms from the dress, letting it slip to the floor. She stepped out off the dress and tossed it to the side, now opening the zipper of his khakis, pulling the waistband down together with his boxers. A quick ‚Ahhh‘ escaped him. He stood naked in front of her and she let out a high pitched sigh. He was so handsome, his broad shoulders and wide chest, defined long legs and his glory of dark pubic hair and big cock standing to his attention solid for her. Just looking at him sends shivers down her spine to her centre. His size used to concern her but now she just feels all tingly inside looking at him, knowing how good he feels and what electric shocks she experiences when his full length fills her. Pacey went out of his shorts, kicked off his flip flops and pulled her by the slim line of her thin thong pulling her closer with his hands freeing her from the last shed of material that was between them. She reached for his cock and held him tight, kissing his slightly open mouth. He returned the kiss, moaning in her mouth meeting her dancing tongue with his.  ‘Mmmm Joey...I love it when you are in this mood, mmm....ahhhh....don’t stop.‘ Pacey was now fully under the shower, her hands rubbing up and down his shaft, his balls hard and heavy. I need to taste you, Pace. ‚I won’t last, Jo‘

‚Than don’t, sweetheart!‘ with that she pulled his skin to expose his juicy cherry and slowly went down as much as her mouth could take, her tongue sucking on the throbbing top, licking up and down his vein, increasing the speed. Ahhh...Fuck...Jo!! His hands got lost in her now wet hair, watching her moving mouth on him. He needed to focus on something else to not burst right there and than. She felt him edging in her mouth, droplets of his salty pre-cum making her vagina quiver. Cupping his full sack, she released his length to take his hard marbles in, licking and sucking on the crinkly skin. ‘Jo, I am so close.’ This was the best foreplay. She was so wet and wanted him to shoot but couldn’t decide where she wanted it. She went fully in the warmth of the shower now. Sitting on the floor, opening her legs as wide as she could, pulling him down with her. Her vagina was on full display, her lips open to show her meaty flesh and her clit erect standing out like a flower bud. Her breath was pitchy, her eyes heavy with lust. She started moving her index and middle finger around her clit, masturbating with swift and fast movements. Jo, you are everybody’s wet dream. You are so gorgeous. He was wanking his cock hard, looking at her delicate flower, kissed her, watched her touching herself,  her nipples equally beautiful and erect. This view was all he needed and with a long ‘ahhh Jo, my sweet giiiiirllll, ahhhh...he finally exploded, his load hitting her hard on her open center. She used his juices to rub herself, hissing at the feeling that build in her. He could see her ecstasy, still panting he went down, his nose touching her soft folds so juicy and inviting like a piece of fruit. Her smell mixing with his juices, he inhaled and flickered his tongue out founding her hard clit, his fingers replacing hers, entering her slowly, not letting go off her clit to than lick up and down her slit. Ahhh, Pacey, Yes...there...yes...faster, fuck me harder.

God, what went into her? His cock hardening again, he moved her over to the soft padded bench for her to kneel on. With her ass in the air like that, her hard nipples on standing up and her breasts bouncing, he shoved his hot length in one fast thrust and she cried out ‘Yes, Pace, oh god yes, take me. Don’t hold back. I need it!’ He thrust in and out, hard and forceful, each stroke making her reach closer to the edge. Come for me baby, he said now holding onto her tits, pulling her nipples, thrusting harder like there was no tomorrow.

She was now shrieking  

Ahhh... Ohhh.... God.... yes.....yes.... Ahhhh...FUCK....I...Uhh...Ohhh...fuck....Pace....yes

He felt her walls tightening around him....she came like a tornado and with her last quiver, he pushed into her one last time, releasing his hot fluid, collapsing onto her back, trying to fetch his breath. 

She was a hot mess...giggling...after 10 minutes or so...

Pace? Yes, Jo? ‘Let’s take a shower now.’ 

With that he pulled her up, squirting the almond and milk shower gel on the sponge, starting on soaping her arms and shoulders, with a smirk on his lips he said huskily.

‘Your wish is my command, my sweet sexy kitten!’ 

And just like that her nipples lifted up again. Her not breaking his gaze responded with a wide sheepish smile

‘Ohh boy!’ To Be Continued

[jeon-googi]

Eros

— pairing: Greek God!Jungkook x Mortal!reader

 — genre: Fantasy, romance

 —Synopsis: The God of Love Jungkook always took his job seriously, that is, until he meets you.

— words: 2.2k

— rating: SFW-ish

— warnings: implied smut

— notes: I decided to make my first au series and after Bangbangcon last night, I wanted it to be BTS! These are going to be slight retellings of greek myths featuring our fave boys, this one was inspired by Eros and Psyche, I hope you enjoy! (not proofread again I’m sorry) 

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Within the entirety of the land, it was rumored you were by far the most beautiful person any human could ever lay eyes on.

In fact dear reader, you even made the GODS jealous with how attractive you were. 

Rumors of your beauty stretched far and wide bringing many potential suitors but to be honest all of them were a bit scared because???? It seemed a little fishy honestly showing up to your quaint cottage??

A LOT of them would wind up leaving for fear of you being a monster or a trap or something but nope! You were you! 

Honestly it was getting a bit lonely when everyone was scared to approach you. 

Most thought you were SURELY going to get cursed because how could you be so beautiful??? It made no sense???

So you lived by yourself in your little cottage full of flowers and animals.

…..Little did you know…

You weren’t alone!

Or at least

Not completely!

You had a secret admirer!

Or at least that’s what you called it.

Most days you wake up and there would be a single lilly placed on your doorstep, 

The first time it happened you were a bit surprised! Most people never even stepped foot on your property

Yet here was this beautiful flower!!! Just for you!!!

You picked it up twirling it in your hand with a smile, shutting your front door

Reader not only were you beautiful to mortals

You were beautiful to the gods as well

 Jungkook first saw you when he was just flying over your town in the middle of a request from the god of beauty and romance, Jimin

Jungkook wasn’t a major god oh no, he was a god of love so he worked closely with Jimin, often doing small deeds for him.

But since he wasn’t a major god! He got a lot of freetime to mingle around the mortal realm

That specific day he saw you, you were in quite a pickle actually.

You had ventured into town to get some produce when the townsfolk started to act really nasty to you, mean comments under their breath and even going as far as to gather around you! Yelling at you to get out of the town!

Jungkook frowned because typically this town was rather peaceful, so the loud crowd got his attention.

Floating in closer he watched from the top of the buildings to see

You.

Your eyes were watering as you grabbed your basket, trying to retreat out of the crowd but they grabbed onto you and lets just say Jungkook was FLAMED

But! He wasn’t allowed to intervene with human affairs unless ordered to! 

Eventually the crowd eased up enough for you to escape back to your home, but honestly you did not hold too much anger towards them after all they were just scared.

Sighing, you placed your basket on your counter and retreated to your garden for some much needed YOU time. 

Jungkook watched from the trees by your house, moved by your strength!  

While he had followed you back to your home, he just so happened to pick up some fruit. 

He was a god so he really didn’t need to eat so he quickly floated into your home, placing the produce in your basket. 

And being the sweetheart he is

He left one single lilly as a gift.

Watching from his hiding spot, he grinned as you stared at your basket confused, but smiled happily when seeing the flower.

Lets just say reader, you had his heart.

Since that day he made a routine route that passed over your village, and he would leave one flower just so he could see you smile. 

You honestly really appreciated the gifts, making sure you always said a small thank you outloud. 

Cue Jungkook holding his heart because wow he’s whipped for you

Your beauty was divine yes but Jungkook was a god of love! So he began to fall for the little things that made you so lovable to him

The way you sang when you gardened

The way you fed the small animals in your yard

The way you cuddled under your blankets when it was cold

Jungkook was IN LOVE

This little exchange went on for a while between you two, but soon Jungkook decided he really wanted to meet you!

He wanted to go shopping with you and grow flowers with you and dare he say HOLD YOUR HAND

For being a god of love Jungkook was very sweet and honestly he just wanted the chance to meet you reader.

That is how he currently stood in front of his friend/boss Jimin begging with all his might for some help!

“Jungkook you could literally just go talk to her.”

“But there are rules Jimin! I don’t want to get in trouble!”

Honestly Jimin has told Jungkook so many times he can do whatever he wants but! Kook just wants to follow the rules and do his best! So Jimin sighs as he thinks of a plan.

“God of Love Jungkook, your next task is to get the mortal Y/n to fall in love!”

Jimin patted himself on the back with that one tbh

Lets just say reader

Jungkook is HYPED

He couldn't fly fast enough to your home where he saw you sitting at a table in your yard, reading a book.

The breeze blew through your hair gently, and your eyes softly fluttered as you focused on the page

Honestly Jungkook hadn’t really thought this out because

WHAT WAS HE GOING TO SAY

HE DIDN’T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME

His feet gently touched the ground as he nervously shook out his hands

He was so close! Yet! So! Nervous!

He even made a bouquet of Lilies for you!!!!

It was now or never for Jungkook, and so he quickly marched to your table.

You were honestly so absorbed in your book you didn’t even notice anyone approaching until a cough interrupted your thought

You glanced up, the sun shining in your eyes as you saw a figure before you!

A person! A real person! Or at least you hoped and that it wasn’t someone sent to fight you!

“Hello!” You smiled your eyes finally focusing on who it was before you and 

Wow

Reader before you was the most beautiful person you had ever seen,

The stranger tightly held a bouquet of flowers in his hands as he just stared at you, a childlike grin on his face.

“Hi…” he breathed out, the two of you staring at each other for some time.

Jungkook shook himself out of his daze as he presented the flowers to you

“These are for you!” 

He pushed the flowers into you as you took them into your own hands, grinning at the gift

“Are you the one who leaves me lilies on my door?”

Jungkook rubbed his neck sheepishly because

Well

YOU WERE SO CUTE

He nodded as he played with his fingers

“My name is Jungkook.”

“My name is Y/n.”

Lets just say reader

Your life became like a fairy tale after meeting Jungkook

The day you met you both sat and talked the entire day

And from then on he just became a constant in your life!

He would show up with bouquet after bouquet 

“Because you deserve them!” He told you

He wanted you to teach him how to garden and how to feed the animals

In return, he taught you dances from far away lands and told you stories of his travels.

By dusk, Jungkook would wish you a goodnight and return to, well, 

Wherever it is he lives you guess

In reality he is hightailing it around the world to finish his other tasks but! You always come first!

One night you were a lil sad he had to leave and trust me

JUNGKOOK NOTICED YOU WERE SAD

HE COULD READ YOU FROM A MILE AWAY

He wasn’t sure what he could do to cheer you up so???

Before he left for the night he gripped your hands in his tightly

A blush on your face because well Jungkook never really tried anything physical with you

It was the first time you both ever had contact with each other

And you could feel small waves of electricity from his hands

“Y/n.”

You glanced up because wow! His voice! He sounded more serious than you had ever heard him before

When your eyes met his he gave you a big smile

“I really like you a lot y/n.”

You hear that reader???

That was the sound of your heart 

EXPLODING

You could feel your face slowly turning red as you nodded your head

“I like you too, Jungkook!”

It should be known, Jungkook’s heart also exploded!

He was!

So happy! 

Honestly he couldn’t help himself as he pulled you in close, his lips happily pressing against yours

Reader you were currently kissing Jungkook aka a God of Love

You were so happy, as your hands wrapped around his neck pulling him in closer,

You always saw Jungkook as a happy, childish person

But wow

The way his hand gripped your leg to wrap around his waist

And the way he held you against the wall

And the way he seemed to be able to whisper spine chilling things

And the way his hands held your down into the sheets-alskdlkdlajdiow

Well he just seemed like a completely different person

It was the first time he stayed the whole night

And you guys played a great game of chess :D

Jk you guys know what went down

You woke up to the sun filtering in through your windows

The soft beams illuminating Jungkook's tan skin

His hair a mess of fluff on top of his head

He looked too perfect

You smiled, kissing his shoulder softly as he smiled in his sleep, pulling you closer to him.

It was all exactly how you pictured in your mind, being in love with someone

Wait

Reader

Did you just say????

In love???

You were in love with Jungkook???

Your face flushed at the thought but in your heart

Yeah you were.

Y/n finally had fallen in love.

A sharp knock at your door caused you to sit up, clutching your blankets to your chest

Jungkook somehow was already out of the bed, glancing through the window at who it was

His face looked startled which made you worry more,

“Jungkook…” You whispered as he turned around giving you a smile

“It’s alright Y/n it’s just a friend of mine”

Jungkook went to your door and opened it as you tried to eavesdrop

“Jimin…” he said, his voice serious

Jungkook whispered in hushed tones back and forth with whoever it was outside your home and you took the chance to quickly slip on your dress.

Approaching the door as well you peered around Jungkook's large shoulders to see another man with orange hair

What was with these insanely attractive people showing up at your door????

The man noticed you and gave you a smile

“Hello Y/n.” 

You gave a polite nod but Jungkook protectively pushed you behind him

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Jimin

Not at all

But Jimin actually showing up here meant something was wrong.

 “Y/n dear I just had a question for you.” The man spoke, his voice light like a fairies.

You gently patted Jungkook's lower back as you emerged from behind him, staring up at the being.

“Y/n do you love Jungkook?” 

Your heart beat rapidly as you wet your lips, glancing back at Jungkook who stared at you with wide eyes.

“Well…?” Jimin pressed

You nodded your head softly 

“I love him. I love Jungkook.”

Jimin gave a smile as he leaned in closer

“With all your heart?”

You shook your head

“With everything I have.”

Jimin gave a gleeful laugh as he clapped his hands

“Well Jungkook! You did it! You completed your task! Now the question is-”

Jimin's eyes seemed to pierce through Jungkook

“What will you do? You do so love rules.”

Jungkook couldn't really handle his emotions right now

On one hand, Jimin was right, you fell in love therefor his task was completed

On the other

HE JUST WANTED TO HOLD YOU

YOU LOVED HIM

YOU REALLY LOVED HIM

Jimin watched the conflict in Jungkook's eyes as he smiled

“Jungkook, you've deserved a love like this for so long. You need to stay with Y/n.”

Jungkook but his lips nodding his head

“I want to stay...with Y/n forever.” 

Jimin, The god of Love and Beauty smiled at his best friend

“Jungkook, The God of Love, I relinquish you from your work as my helper. From here on out you may live freely, with whomever you choose. But I do expect visits every now and then.”

And then

Jimin was gone

You turned around to stare at Jungkook, his godly presence still shining through his mortal body.

He stared right at you

His eyes watering with tears of joy as he ran to you, scooping you into his arms tightly

“Y/n… Y/n..I love you..” he sobbed into your hair 

You sniffled as well, your arms holding him close

“I love you too Jungkook”

The legend of Jungkook and Y/n say they lived the rest of their lives together in that cottage, proving love could defy anything. But sometimes people could swear even now, eons later you could see a young couple, smiling and holding hands through the streets of the town.

The wife clutching a bouquet of lilies to her chest